My poems

If you were...

I would talk

tell you about my day

my life

if you were listening

I would cry 

Hopefully in your arms

If only they were open

I would laugh

at your bad jokes

If I was there to hear them

I would love you

with all my heart

had it not already been stolen

I wouldn't leave you

your arms open

your ears listening

your mouth moving to speak 

yet another bad joke

were my heart and my tears dried up

and gone

buried

six feet under

a coffin made of memories

and glass

as fragile as the skin

that coats me