A Block Of Poetry

I see so many cheery faces
Bright, and full of life.
I see so many happy things
That should bring a smile to my face.
Deep in a place within me
I'm shrouded and I'm closed.
I've made up my mind
And I won't change.
There's so many things about me
No one will ever know.
Everyone is so caught up
In what they seem to do.
Nobody pays a second glance.
Nobody sees my tears.
Nobody finds me hanging on
To a wish that should have died.
That's all that's got me hanging on:
A wish that should have died.
A wish that died that same day
That I died inside.


I try to tell you everything.
I just never had the chance.
And you're caught up in hearing
the things that you want to.
And so I've lost my voice.
I can no longer speak.
The book of my soul
Has been shut closed
And tucked away on the bookcase,
Forgotten and alone.
And it should remain there
for many untold years,
until a listening heart, who understands
can give me back my words like you did.
I just hope he doesn't take them back just as quick.


I may not get to see you as often as I like.
I may not get to hold you in my arms all through the night.
But deep in my heart, I truly know. . .
You're the one that I loved, and it's been hard to let go.


Think
Think about it
Think about what this means
Think about the war you've waged
Think about the friendship you've lost
Think about what you do to her
Think about what you say about her
Think about how you break her apart
Think about how you know all of this, and
Think about how she just laughs it off
Think about how inside, she's dying, crying
Think about how you've been tearing her faith in humanity
Think about how you love to
Think about her breaking down
Think about the day she'll finally lose it
Think about what you'll do to her tomorrow