Now I lay with a lonesome heart,
Slowly watching it break,
Wondering where did it start,
When you began to make me ache.
Right now I'm lost,
Wondering through the dark,
If only you knew the cost,
Of hitting your ideal mark.
This day,
In the pouring rain,
I'm making my way,
Through the pain.
On a dark street corner,
If only my heart was warmer.
YOU ARE READING
My Poem Book
PoetryA bunch of poems that I felt like posting. Some sad and some will be happy. Just take it word per word as I wrote them. This story will not be complete in any way until I think that there are enough inside for me to make a second book. Until then ha...
