Sometimes you don't even acknowledge my prescence, You act like I should be some kind of pheasant. My heart is hurting, my heart's in pain, I feel like I should hide my head in shame. You don't even call, why do I bother, whenever I try to quit, my mind starts to wonder, Wonder on why you've been hurt in the past, and wonder how long this pain will last. All I ask for, is to ignore the past, and grant me my wish, just one single chance
Reason for writing:
That special person that I can safely say that I am crazy about
Birth sign: Cancer
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