Cyclops


Shivering in numbing pain, every night ends the same,
Clinging to the jagged parts, of my lonely, broken heart.
Though their edges cut my hands, I piece them back as best I can.
For it may take a heartbreak, to shape a heart to its best make,
And if it stands the test of time, perhaps someone will want mine.

No one sees how my heart sings, no one knows my deepest fears.
Nobody has eyes like me, or ever offers to hear.

Searching for a way to cure, the emptiness that I endure.
Reaching out to anyone, open arms are next to none.
They don't see my intentions, they see my imperfections.
What wets my eye every time, they all want love, only not mine.
I have such romance to release, why is it every night I freeze?

No one sees how my heart pleads, no one knows my deepest fears.
Nobody has eyes like me, or ever offers to hear.

Yesterday when I reached out, again I found I was let down.
Each and every passerby, barely bats a wondering eye.
Then they stroll as quickly by, as they can, and I know why;
My heart lives upon my sleeve, and darkens every time I grieve.
No one wants it once it's black, but I need you to bring it back.

No one sees how my heart grieves, no one knows my deepest fears.
Everybody always leaves me alone, shivering here.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem