I only want your heart to hurt a little, when mine is worn on the soles of your shoes.
I don't need to see the tears fall down your face; I just want to see sorrow in your eyes.
Loathe, but need to see the pain to know I'm not crazy. Not the only one feeling this.
Let your heart decide, Take me someplace maybe, if any part of you can still see us.
2/26/13
YOU ARE READING
Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...