If I became crippeled or maimed
Would I have your love or just your pity?
Would you cherish and take care of me?
Or would you put me in a nursing home?
And go on with your life, as if I never existed
I would never want your, pity only your love
If I should ever become that way, just let me die
Your love so cruel, hardly ever a touch
In my time of need, when I love you so much
You turn away from me, as if a polite stranger
But it must be love, because I feel no danger
You don't beat me or abuse me, so it's got to be love
There is no tenderness or any understanding
Just day to day living as two polite strangers
I love you I do, my heart beats only for you
Is our love just so hopeless or is there a chance
That we can find our way back to each other again
Sleeping in the same bed so lonely and cold
If loneliness could kill I'd already be dead
Am I not worthy of your love as i once was?
You break my heart over and over again
You can't even see the pain I endure
The pain of the awful silence when we are together
Can't talk to you all alone with my pain
You say if you didn't love me, I wouldn't be here
But if I left I wouldn't be missed or looked for
My heart is dying inside, and you can't even see
So once more I love for nothing in return
Why do I try so hard to make you love me?
So i'll not leave, live without love just companionship
I'll pretend everythings ok, and love won't matter anymore
You didn't even know when I died inside
Going through the motions of acting alive
I feel such great pain over so much from the past
You can't see the many scars I carry inside
You weren't there, their buried deep in my mind
I don't blame you if you don't want to love me
I wouldn't want to love me either!
Donna, You convey your pain beautifully. If your story is biographical...have the courage to make changes that move you to happiness and bring you peace. Remember, 'Great changes are the result of great courage' Warmest Regards, Ray
I read this poem, and it talked or made me feel so much of what I feel in this relationship I am in. The pain, the hoping someone can see, but perhaps it isn't to see because it isn't meant to be. Someone once told me if you have to work at something too hard or much, then perhaps it is not worth it or wasn't meant to be. Sometimes though the things or the people we love just don't know what tey are missing or perhaps it is their lost. Enjoyed your writing as always.......as always-you inspire me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
orsum poem i really liked it nice to see that somebody else is puting NEW poems into this site xoxo amber