I try my best to keep it low
to try and not let my emotions show.
'Cause I haven't met someone yet,
who'd let my guarded rivers flow,
without tripping with guilt I didn't know.
I must mask my emotions with a smile to glow,
and bare the pain of my heart's death slow.
I must cage my anger and hide my fear,
close my eyes and swallow my tear.
Oh, I long to cross paths with that light,
who'll help me walk through the darkest night.
The one who'll open up the cork of my heart,
let me sob and not further break me apart.
Hold my heart-wretching lake of tears,
calm the storm and dissolve my fears.
Release the harsh feelings in my locked vault,
and let me know it was never my fault.
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If Words Could Portray
PoetryJust a collection of poems I write when it gets too hard to bear.