Crystaleyes
I haven't written 'bout love in quite a while'cause there hasn't been much to make me smile.
I love my daughter, she loves me to,
but that's not the love my heart pursues.
Don't disbelieve for I'd give my last breath
if it meant I could save my baby from death.
The love that's been missing from my life
was killed, burned, and buried by one I called,'WIFE'.
Now, for some odd reason, it's risen again;
but this time it's coupled with doubt and pain.
The one that I love cares for me, to,
but she has rivers of confusion due
to knowing what she wants,but what she can't have.
And I just sit by feeling wave after wave
of envy, of passion, of joy, of grief,
wondering if my battered heart will e'er find relief.
Of course I could be wrong or maybe just dreaming
of words, looks, and touches that send my soul screaming.
In time I will see if it's victory or demise,
'til then I'll just let my heart crystalize
B Heath Harris/(c) 2009
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