Will you listen
to my quixotic thoughts
that float in the air from dawn
to dusk?
Will you listen
to my broken recorder
of a mouth that never stops
singing I love you, I love you, I love you?
Will you listen
to my pleas
to leave me just enough love
to hold in my hand?
Then why did you listen
to her when all she said
was stay?
YOU ARE READING
From the bottom of my heart
Poetrymy homemade poetry #94 in poetry on 17 Dec 2015, 10am #33 in poetry on 31 Dec 2015, 12.36pm #12 in poetry on 17 Jan 2016, 11.58pm All rights reserved © Cover designed by @dcrktimes
