bittersweet is what i call it
King Of Hearts
Don't look confused
What I hold in my hands
Is my heart and it's for the taking...
While others are afraid to expose their hearts
I offer it to you, asking nothing in return
A offering between friends
I have received many precious moments from this heart
From this very heart
When I was lost
It would show me the way
When I was a coward,
Even scared of my own reflection
It told me to press on
Victory is in the Heart of Champions
I see you are in need of my heart
And it's in need of You
I have no more use for this Heart
I just simply want to exist without Joy or Pain,
For I'm already a dead man walking and
It would be a great travesty if I kept this Heart
In my void body
Please take it from my hands!
It deserves better than Me....
A love poem with a man lost in love pleading for her to take his heart..sad with hopes of joy..nice one ..thanks and regards
very terrific here
Wow you write as if your self is an entire landscape surrounding you and you can disassemble parts at will to pass on to others. Intriguing ideas.
this one is really good.
This is a good poem. It is a sad one. You can't help but feel sorry for this person. Good emotional write.
this is bitter sweet. Hope your heart is treated gently.