My poems

Our Hearts

The roar of your voice.
Was not of my choice.
And the words you say.
Always make it my way.
The pain in my heart.
Is what drove us a part.
But it never seems to end.
What is left of me to defend.

The softness of my voice.
Did not give you a choice.
To hear what I had to say.
Never made it your way.
The passion in your heart.
Kept us from falling a part.
And with the path clear with no end.
I now see what I must defend.