Comes From the Heart
The days go on,
These days pass by.
Counting down,
if I'm ever going to see you.
I don't mean to be a control freak,
but i'm afraid of this one thing.
This one thing to,
have to let you go.
I never felt this feeling.
I felt you repaired my heart.
It was great to,
finally have someone to care for.
It was great to,
have someone to care back.
I never had that before,
So don't know how to handle it well.
I don't want to control.
I want to trust.
I don't want to make first moves.
Wish they come to me.
For too many times,
have I made a move.
Then been shot down.
Spiraling far into the ground.
I don't want to sit,
and wait near phone.
But want to see you,
and be face to face.
I can do better,
I am a fun guy.
I do care,
I am fair.
I hope I'm better then,
those other guys.
I know this poem,
without rhyme,
or rhythm,
it comes from my heart.
Copyright © Eric Urbas | Year Posted 2010
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