For do you see,
you have touched
a place in my heart.
I try to let it show,
through this so called art.

As we talk to one another,
thinking that all is cool.
Thinking the world of you,
but all I am is the fool.

These feelings I once had,
the words that have been said.
My heart turned upside down,
oh how I wish I was dead.

If liking you oh so much
is nothing but a crime,
then let me face it like a man,
for I will do the time.

My words ringing hollow,
am I crying out in vain?
To face my due punishment,
a lifetime of pain.

The discomfort is just so great,
that I cannot even sleep.
As I toss and turn in bed,
these feelings run so deep.

I feel like scum beneath your feet,
with each and passing day.
I'm sorry that I have ever
thought you about that way.

I am just sick and tired,
of looking like the bad guy.
There's a whole world for me,
there's no more time to cry.

I ask myself everyday,
on how to forget about you.
So I can go on with my life,
if that's what I must do.

THE END

5/7/98

theflannelman@hotmail.com


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