A Plea From a Broken
Heart
I cried all through the night over you,
It hurts me so to see you.
Every day we talk and say goodbye,
And it hurts me not to say what I feel.
Like a knife being thrust into my heart,
The pain strikes my very soul.
I think of you a lot now,
And it only hurts me.
I tried to tell you once,
But that didn’t work.
For a while not too long ago,
It looked like it would happen.
But that passed quickly,
The second I brought it up.
I guess I’m just being a fool,
And I should forget about you.
But I can’t do that,
Because of what would happen to me.
My mind would fog over,
My heart would burn up,
My eyes would flood,
My soul would die.
So this is a plea,
To all who can here.
I don’t know how to ask,
But god I need some help here.
This poem is copyright © to Mike Davidson
1997