y Staring at this yellow paper
I wonder when you'll show
My back to the world
watching as the clouds fall
The clock ticks away
My chest slowing beginning to ache
What is this?
What is this rejection?
I'm a fool
For trying to hold your hand
I'm ridiculous
For allowing my heart to beat for you
Look, here they come
Those who laugh at fools
And it's just what I am
a fool who fell for you
This isn't a real love
This is a strange love
My love is not your heart or body
But respect and admiration
Why is it so hard to care unconditionally?
Am I not allowed this want?
In my pain, my agony takes me no where
So here I lay, exposed to the darkened clouds
Suddenly, in this moment of silence
I become lighter
Tears no longer fall from my face
As the clouds cry for me
This isn't real love
This is a strange love
My love is not your heart or body
But respect and admiration
Suddenly I feel closer
But it is still too early to tell
Do you love me?
Set me free.
Your voice, it sets me free
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From Within the Heart
PoetryThere are no words that can really and truely describe a collection of poetry. This collection features works written solely from the heart, nothing pre-planned or carefully written out. Poetry is often used to express passions that the heart calls...
