My heart sits on a shelf
Numb of all the pain
She no longer wants it
So I'll tell you about my brainMy brain is very cluttered
Future, television and bands
But mostly thoughts if you
So I'll tell you about my handsMy hands feel so empty
Since all I'm getting is space
I miss your hands to hold
So I'll tell you about my faceMy face gives a blank stare
No smiles and all cries
I can't look in the mirror
So let me tell you about my eyesMy eyes don't want to open
Not even for an eclipse
Dried tears stain my cheeks
So let me tell you about my lipsMy lips are chapped and cold
Since you would rather be
Lip-locked with another man
So I will tell you about meMy name is not important
What matters is what we were
Happy, young, wild and free
So I will tell you about herBeautiful and perfect she is
God was she the best
Maybe I've got nothing left
But I'll tell you about the restSnowball, movies and dinner
Those beautiful eyes so blue
Watching from afar
Just enjoying the viewLet me tell you about the present
The king is off the throne
I have my been shrinking
While she has really grownNow I'm stuck in the past
You're living your life
Someday you'll be married
But you won't be my wifeI'll fade into the background
While you're front page news
You're singing operas
And I'm singing blues
YOU ARE READING
A Man with Love in His Heart
PoesíaHere lies a collection of love poems from someone who still believes in love in this day and age- Other_Side_Of_Me_Poetry. (Also big thanks for the cover art, I couldn't draw this for the life of me)