Disturbed Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

I've e'er been good at hiding how I feel,
At yet these darkest times can't help but shake:
Such shiver keeps me every night awake;
Repose deprived, I know no more what's real!
I quiver, hope the heat would help me heal,
Or hold me still, since I'm about to break;
O Words, if you me must at last forsake:
I prithee, please, try to her heart appeal!
'He harms at times himself to swerve the pain,
Or switch it from abstract to just concrete;
It's rather sad how hapless he became!
With every drop he hopes such warmth to drain,
But with each bead his heart doth faster beat,
And every beat but screams so loud your name! '