Figure It Out

by Jesslyn   Feb 3, 2006


I'm scared,
I don't know what you think.
When you yell,
I seem to shrink.

It hurts me deep,
When you raise your voice.
I'm sorry to tell you this,
But I have no choice.

I know there are times
More than a few
& I'm sorry,
That I've hurt you.

I feel it's my fault,
I know you'll say its not true.
I'm sorry baby,
I don't know what to do.

I love you Shawn
Please baby.
If it's me,
I'm not sure maybe.

I hope with all my heart,
We work this out.
You're my everything,
Let's figure what this is about.

*plz vote/ commeny!

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  • 18 years ago

    by Ash LEIGH

    Such a good poem, you're a good writer.