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Jan 2012
I put my heart in a bottle and I locked it up tight.
I swore it would stay there for all my life.
I'd had too many nights when I felt all alone.
Too many houses I couldn't call home.

So many faces, but how many are real?
How many hearts truly know how to feel?

My hopes sank in doubt as I drowned in the sea.
There was no such thing as "perfect for me."
But hidden away right in front of my face
There was you: the dream who so long I had chased.

So I picked up the bottle and shattered the glass,
For you were the girl who I couldn't bypass.
I offered my heart, and also my life.
Just stay here and swear that you won't leave my side.

My heart is fragile, so handle with care.
You can see every scratch, every bruise, every tear.
But as long as you're mine, I forget all the pain,
So I give you my heart. Oh, and here's my last name.
Written by
John Carr
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   JA Doetsch and Weeping willow
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