Why don't I write you a poem,
One you can actually read.
Give some kind of hope,
Be the person that you need.
I've gone on and on about my problems,
You know my every flaw.
Now it's time for me to shut up,
To manage when I fall.
I'm not a god or an angel,
But I'll do everything I can.
I may be losing hope for myself,
But I know, for you, I stand.
Write me a messy letter,
I'll piece it together myself.
I'm not a worry for your mind,
I am, for you, a sterdy shelf.
I'll hold the collection of books you've written
Of nights you don't remember.
I won't sell all your secrets,
I'll be locked down in your cellar.
You can't abuse a loving servant,
I've known worse abuse than this.
I've already sold my body and soul,
But I'm damned to never rest.
Tell me how soft his kiss is,
How stunning are her eyes?
Show me all the bruises and,
Tell me every lie.
Speak the worst words spoken,
I'm a library for you.
All your stories are well hidden
Until, to death, you pay your dues.
YOU ARE READING
Why Don't I Write You A Poem
PoetryI write poetry all the time to an empty audience. I don't expect posting it here to be any different but at least I'm putting my work out there.
