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
YOU ARE READING
My poems
PoésieBecause a lot of people asked me, I have put all my poems into one story group.