I know I sound like a love-stricken teen. These depressing love poems are all I have. |
I can't tell you in words what I feel. I can't show you with my hands. What can I do for you to help you understand? I could pour my heart out. I could make it hurt. I could cut through my neck and return to dirt. I could gnaw through my wrists 'til my veins ran dry again. I can't say this too much; that I really care. I can't show you who I am. What can I say to you to get your ear? Should I scream it loudly? Should I tear my throat 'til the blood starts gushing? Or should I just cope? Should I tear my heart out and give it to you dear? Just when I thought that I was through, these awkward fits of passion that you put me through, abducted me, sent me to die......alone. Should I cut my heart out to make an oath That I’ll never leave your side? Can you just believe me or should I admit it’s through? If I drank bottle Of DDT Would it make you love me Or just be obscene? Is it possible that I could be with you? I never thought that I would say “You may never see me ever again.” Until this day. I’m so confused. Oh never mind...it’s through. |