My Bleeding Heart

Don’t let me sink; can’t you see the hurricane that’s in my heart?

It’s tearing me apart limb from limb, making me deaf and lame.

I see that look in your eye, you know, the look that I hate.

I’m still searching for the perfect verse, the one that makes you fall in love

So at the end of the night I won’t break my hands on walls,

Pictures of you going round and round deep inside my head

Bitterness gives me a shove, down the stairs—here we go again.

Isn’t it great finding someone so special, you can’t breathe at night?

Put them right up on a pedestal, oh wow, this girl must be the one.

There’s no better feeling then wanting to die when she’s gone,

Staring into her eyes and wondering what went wrong.

Break the mirror just to try to make your vision clearer,

Don’t smile back and stand strong, hold on to emotion,

Because you won’t be strong for long---hold back tears,

And don’t look back because you know what she is going to say,

Oh, by the way I still think you’re the nicest.

I need to know the name of that guy you’re dancing with,

When you glance at me the knife twists a little deeper, he makes me bitter.

And when I try to speak I hear my voice and I’m still me,

I got a heart but there’s a few holes in it as you can probably see

But if you listen closely you’ll hear it doesn’t beat but fractures

It will probably kill me someday when I’m left bleeding

Alone in a room somewhere, I’ll still be me but I’ll be smiling

Because deep inside my mind it’s you that I’ll be picturing.

I know how you’re feeling and yes you’d be right for thinking

Every screw must be lose, when I walk my head rattles

I hear your voice while dreaming, when I wake I feel like screaming,

I know life is not a game but if it was I would want to win every battle

So I go find a corner and try to look lonely but nobody’s coming—

Next I try running but there’s no search party here to find me

And I can feel it now, my heart being bled dry by your voice

This is my choice and it’s making me crazy, vision hazy—

I can’t sleep because at the end of the night, I’ll still be me.

The walls are telling me that It’s too late, I’m missed my chance—

I don’t know how to dance, but in all honesty neither can he.

By now you must think that I’m insane but I’m done with watching

I’m still searching for the perfect verse, the one that makes you fall in love

So at the end of the night I won’t break my hands on walls,

Pictures of you going round and round deep inside my head

Bitterness gives me a shove, down the stairs—here we go again.

      DannYetman
http://yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com/