We talk in the nights,
For hours upon end.
None of these are fights,
Yet my heart does bend.
For when the roosters are to crow,
And the sun is to rise,
He has to go,
And a part of me dies.
I wish to stay in bed.
I long to be in his hold,
But I get up instead,
And all I feel is cold.
I feel it in my heart.
I feel it like snow.
I am being ripped apart,
And he doesn't even know.
I wish I could tell him.
I long to be heard.
I could sing it in a hymn,
But he would think it absurd.
He would laugh in my face,
And he would quickly break me.
He would run as if in a race,
When all I want is for him to agree.
I want him to think the same.
I long to feel his love,
But all he sees is a game.
I'm a piece he can easily get rid of.
I know all this to be true,
And I know it could never work.
Yet every night I go back to you,
And keep praying I don't get hurt.
If you ever see this,
And you don't get the clue.
I'll tell you one thing you couldn't miss,
All I ever did was love you.
YOU ARE READING
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RandomI like to write random bits of poetry when I've had really bad, or really good days. Please do not steal anything that is written here. I took the time and effort to do all of this. (If i post a random poem that i like, i will give the author credit...
