I wrote a poem
Then threw it away.
The crumpled up piece of paper
Are things I'm too scared to say.
I talked about your lips
Eyes, hands, and the movement of your hips.
That was all physical appearance
Showing my shallow thoughts
When I try to go deeper
I cannot, I am lost.
A void exist within
Swallowing emotions
So no one gets in.
If that's what I want,
Do I win?
Does a detached heart
Grin at the sight
Of a shattered heart
After a long night
When tears blind its sight?
Cackling in delight,
A guarded heart is always right.
But loneliness is cold
Being emotionless gets old
Feelings were never really vacant
And now they're wearing on your patience
You start to feel alone
But hey, then again, you should have known.
Laura Raimondo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-wrote-a-poem-6/
