Broken hearted

by taylor   Mar 13, 2007


I sing my self to sleep
Its the only way to keep from crying
And I pray that each day get better
So that my heart will keep from dying
I dream about him every night
But I only awake to see
That he is never coming back
So from my eyes I wipe the debris
I wake up sometimes
And I find I have cried in my sleep
And all that is left in my heart now
Is a small, broken heap
So again I sing a song
To keep my mind away
But I just cant help to think
Of what a thing would be like today:
My heart would be whole
And my face would be dry
And the songs that I sing
Would never make me cry

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  • 18 years ago

    by colin

    Hey again i really like your poems and i know how you feel