I wanted to write you a little verse, my hearts dedication to all of you
something full of feeling, something worth crying over
but i'd hate for you to see what I hold inside although I
have perfectly acceptable reasons for these feelings
my heart speaks words the mind cannot describe
can we fly on the wings of love?
can I tell you I love you simply by when I touch you?
I don't know where to begin with all my desires
the crucial moments
thorn entangled roses pierce through my heart, causing it to bleed eternally
and the heart does bleed, not of blood but unsaid words, like
acidic fluids pouring themselves onto the leaves of whiteness I hold in my fragile hand
leaving a burning trail in it's wake
there are secrets that lie within
memories. Arguements. Suicidal tendancies.
and yes, it's all so beautiful to me
memories of you soar through my mind
will you ever realise I love you and only you
I wonder, has you heart forgotten what mine has given?
words of truth have poured from my heart to let you know your value and worth
but my words never portray their true meaning
I have let my emotions and expressions flow
without thought of the damage that could be caused
letting my heart speak freely is the worst thing I could do
warm, red syrupy liquid once filled my empty capsule like heart
mixed with feelings of regret, pain and self pity
too many times have I tried to get across to you
i've poured out everything to you, drained myself
if love is supposed to be this way, then...
shit, here I go rambling, not making any sense
my words will probably dissolve before you have time to read them
my heart is empty with failed attempts of trying to open your mind
so that you may realise what it is that makes me build up this wall
by keeping you out I kept myself out
but now
''my heart is an open book to you''
but I have given up, I can no longer eject words from the heart
they bring back too many hurtful times
my heart now, yearns to feel complete again.