You found me
When I was lost.
You held me tight
When I was falling apart.
As the days go by
I see more and more
That your heart isn't exactly
Where I would like it to be.
And lately I feel
As though you don't really care,
And I think day by day
That the effort's no longer there.
Should I stop trying?
Should I give up hope?
Do I wish to be lost again,
Waiting to be found?
It hurts me inside
And these tears scar my face.
As I'm writing these words,
The pain sears through my heart.
I'm used to these pains.
I've been here before.
But I'm sick of these tears.
I don't want them anymore.
I don't want to stop trying.
I want to keep hope.
I don't want to be lost again.
I feel secure here with you.
So we need to keep trying.
We need to have hope.
I need you to care;
To tighten your grip.
I'm sick of this pain.
I'm sick of these tears.
I need you to hold me.
You can cure all my fears.
x3mikki
2.6.07
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem