Is it possible that I spoke from my heart
Yet love was never there from the start?
Your soul I wanted to know,
How your heart was molded, how you made it grow.
For someone who writes poetry to rave,
I can never tell what feelings I try to convey.
So when love was conceded unknowingly,
Insofar there I was, looking at you like a part of me.
Intoxicated I was with your radiant smile,
Insofar there I was, looking at you like an undiscovered isle.
From my heart I spoke, from my heart I bled,
But love was not there, thus nowhere I tread.
For someone who writes poetry for hearts to move,
I could never get a grasp on what emotions I exude.
How do I trust then, how do I choose?
Could someone help me so I don't always lose.
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My Silent Screams (on going)
PoetryPoems of unsaid thoughts and feelings. This isn't really well made and I just wrote this from my heart. This book is filled with just little pieces of me that I write down to somehow find comfort and shelter to my vulnerabilities. These are the emot...
