A short poem that may not be all that good, about love, regret, and heartbreaks. |
If love could build a stairway, And tears could form a lane, I’d walk to you the entire way, To ask you back again. I’m sorry that I hurt you, I never meant you pain, I hate to see your tears come down, It fills my soul with shame. You’ve always been my hero, You’ve kept my heart a-beat, You lifted me from the ground, And put me on my feet. I guess I was too busy, To notice all your signs, You wanted me to see, The heavenly light that you shine. I’m sorry that I hurt you, I never meant you pain, I hate to see your tears come down, It fills my heart with shame. If love could build a stairway, If tears could form a lane, I’d drop down on my knees, And beg you back again. I promise to keep my promises, To see the light you shine, I promise to protect you; Every single time. Never again will I hurt you, No more tears will come down, For you, I’d climb a mountain, For you, I’d swim the sea, For you, nothing is too good, For you, nothing is out of reach, Now please tell me you will come back; You’ll give me one more try, If you can’t, then let me tell you I love you; At least one last time. If love could build a stairway, If tears could form a lane, I’d walk back from where I came, And never bother you again. |