I'M Sorry - Poem by Jeff Singh
He’ll whisper like a poet when he sees fit,
Paint you pretty pictures in the sky.
When he says he loves you, you will feel it
And imagine you with him when you die.
All the other lovers will never compare
To what you think the two of you have
Imagine that the evidence is not there
And make sure no one ever sees you cry
The bloodshed and the bruises are just somethings
That seems to come and go like the tide
It never will destroy the grace that love brings
It’s hard to see the truth with cut up eyes
Tell yourself he’ll love you more tomorrow
Even if you know that it’s a lie.
Convince your heart that no more pain will follow
While you cry yourself to sleep at night.
Even when your sprawled out on the tile floor
You will hold out for much better things
He’ll smile so wide and ask you if you want more
just imagine all the good things love will bring
You’ll tell me all the good things he does carry
And try to convince me I am wrong
“don’t you see he loves me and we’ll marry?
And all the pain will stop and soon be gone”
These words you spoke echo now my sadness
And pulls all these bleeding, weeping hearts
To have to lower you down into darkness
It was love that tore your fragile life apart.
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