Love

*Love* You’re there but you’re hidden. You’re deep and scared. In all the ways to be scared, Hurt each day, I say. Why? Where’s my love? I want it deep, deep in my heart. So deep, you can’t tear it apart. Because, this is me! I want love. I chose you but you tour me apart. My cuts are what you took. I'm back I'm helping my heart. I'll get love I tell my self. You won't be apart of my precious life. There will be someone new to love, and no longer hurt. You’re not the one, and you don't help me. I help me! You’re not apart! Copyright ©2008 Marissa Stoops