Friday, July 29, 2011

Poem #2

My heart breaks,
It bleeds,
When I need you the most,
You walk away?
You challenge me,
And anger at my acceptance?
What I say isn’t perfect,
I don’t always say it right,
And it might make the boys at Oxford choke on their crumpets,
But I bleed my heart,
And drain my soul,
Onto paper,
For you…
And everyone else that has nothing to say to me.

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