Back Door Talk

1 Comments

Tags:
  • Lost Love

    Back Door Talk

    This is for you

    To spite our ending

    I wish you had given me the sunset

    So that I could have shared my Heart with you

    One last time

    Yes I miss you

    Yes I still care

    To proud to tell you

    I wanted to give you one last moment

    One last good memory

    I know you thought you were walking into the Lions den

    With my request

    But you failed to follow the clues

    Fell on your own sword

    You made a mistake

    Did you lie cause you thought I wouldn’t understand

    Or were you really that selfish

    Lost all hope in you

    Let my emotions, my hurt guide my actions in the end

    Fell on my own sword

    I made a mistake

    I acted out of spite cause I had lost all confidence in you

    Or was I really just that hurt

    What are we doing

    Speaking through back doors

    Taking thirty days away from you

    To get control over my emotions

    Then maybe then

    I can speak to you

    I really don’t see the point

    In less your ready for me

    In less your ready to be honest

    Stop hiding your true emotions from me

    Let me in

    Trust me

    Stop holding you insecurities against me

    Yes there are things you do that I don’t like

    But all I ever cared about

    Was where your Heart was

    All I want from you

    All I care about

    Is Love

    You hid your Heart from me

    And that cost you mine

    In my wildest Dreams

    You become the Heart I thought you were

    And a passionate reunion is made between us

    Good Night

    Sweet Dreams

    -Fin-

    Poem Comments

    (1)

    Please login or register

    You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
    leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

    Login or Register

    517Jacqueline commented on Back Door Talk

    04-15-2014

    It sounds good but it is so long for me, good job though

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
    TheLastCowboy has no poems.