My Heart On My Sleeve Poem by Danny The Dreamer Boyd

I have many things that I want to say,
I try to break the silence that doth them detain;
I speak yet the words seem to turn away,
Hence so I always do just silent remain!

I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve,
And it's up for you to see,
Or hear or feel or just believe:
The kind of heat that burns in me.

There are other sorts of speaking that I tend to seek,
Since all the feelings are entrapped inside my heart:
I rip this bleak chest open and it blood begins to leak,
Then draw you a castle of roses and to you this gift impart.

I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve,
And sometimes I wish to be,
As cold as stone just to relieve:
The kind of heat that burns in me.

I catch a dozen doves then set them free high in the sky:
To sprinkle over you the red roses that I did draw;
Then crimson rain doth fall and all the showers are but dry,
For you I'd make it rain and give the sky a scarlet glow!

I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve,
And the love just seems to grow,
And the passion doth my body cleave,
And the heat melts all the frozen snow.

Silence fills the air while soundlessly sets the sun,
You did not say one word, all you did was speechless be;
I could've done much more but enough with what I've done!
Since you, my chosen one, have chosen not to be with me!

I've worn my heart on my sleeve;
I'm not a hero, I'm just a man!
I could not help it but to grieve:
From all the heat that through me ran!