Thursday, May 28, 2015

There will come the time

Strange how my heart not at all prone
to love again.... is beating loud
and I find I miss you, when alone
or maybe more.... in a crowd
I have no peace at all, bewildered heart
you pound too loudly within my breast
ravishing me and tearing my soul apart
love is not the best place to rest
and struggling to breathe in air
something I once did naturally
I find you brought me to terms
and made me care
are more shamefully
within my heart I know
I really would not
want to let you go