Pool of Tears
Love can be a hurtful feeling
Although the thought of it might be appealing
I had a battle with the demons I’m dealing
But I’m healing
And I might have to start stealing…
The heart that matches the one I’ve got
But sometimes I think I’m not
And then my body gets hot
And I think about it a lot
And I try to go to bed
Get all the negativity out of my head
And forget all the stuff he said
Try and change the life I’ve led
Stop wishing I was dead
And redeem myself instead
For I am strong
And I’ll sing it in a song
And make it long
And there goes my doorbell, ding dong
Oh my goodness me, it’s him
And the lights in my house are dim
The flowers he brought me are ugly to the stem
And he’s stretched out on a limb…
That he don’t know I’m about to break
There is only so much that my heart can take
And only so much love that it can make
And only so many orgasms I can fake…
I have no more fears
No more lies for my ears
I’ve wasted too many years
And I’m not crying him a pool of my tears
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