Post by Jaxson Phoenix on Aug 31, 2009 21:21:36 GMT -5
A Heart of Despair
Can this be real?
I wish that I knew.
This pain I feel,
how can it be true?
I do not bleed.
There is not a bruise.
Yet, there is pain;
hence, I'm confused.
The pain in my chest
invades my being,
Yet no outward signs
shall you be seeing.
Except, just perhaps,
the look in my eye
the very moment
I break down to cry.
A heart of despair,
just longing to see
a lover's soft glance
to set his pain free.
Can this be real?
I wish that I knew.
This pain I feel,
how can it be true?
I do not bleed.
There is not a bruise.
Yet, there is pain;
hence, I'm confused.
The pain in my chest
invades my being,
Yet no outward signs
shall you be seeing.
Except, just perhaps,
the look in my eye
the very moment
I break down to cry.
A heart of despair,
just longing to see
a lover's soft glance
to set his pain free.
