by DeeBaby1978forney, Texas, USA
May 2014 221 Views 0 comments
tint the windows dark
Tint the windows dark,
i cant let her see me.
Thats the girls whos heart i chase for,
she feels shes not worth,
does she not hear me speaking?
I try to make her smile,
but joy to her is not real.
Roses i flood her with,
cards with beautiful sayings,
yet no sight does she see,
Of me.
Im not a dream, as i open the door,
Just a chance, as i step out,
i ask for one shot at your love.
If i fail,
i shall hide behind these tinted widows,
So none can see my tears.
i cant let her see me.
Thats the girls whos heart i chase for,
she feels shes not worth,
does she not hear me speaking?
I try to make her smile,
but joy to her is not real.
Roses i flood her with,
cards with beautiful sayings,
yet no sight does she see,
Of me.
Im not a dream, as i open the door,
Just a chance, as i step out,
i ask for one shot at your love.
If i fail,
i shall hide behind these tinted widows,
So none can see my tears.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
Its a self expression from a life experience. If it gets published in a book of my own street poetry, might give a auto biograph . For those professional . Looking for someone like mePoems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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