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Sep 2013
I do not hide it in my chest
my heart is always on my sleeve.
Not that i like it out there, best
I just forget to keep it conceived.

This issue could be good or bad
but for me, it is a problem.
I tell too much of happy and sad
in hopes that he will hold them.

But alas my heart is dropped
and I am left retrieving
the broken pieces on the ground
in a rush to stop the bleeding.

When I gather all the parts
there is one piece missing.
I'll add it to the list of lost
but there is no point in wishing.

When i have it all sewed up
a fool i am to place it back,
Not in my chest where it can hide
but on my sleeve where secrets lack.

You'd think by now I'd be more wise.
I'd learn to keep my mouth shut too.
I wouldn't freely give my heart but
Maybe it's cause I hope they're you.
Audrey Illena
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Audrey Illena  F/Georgia
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