To My Beloved

Listen my dear,
To something,
That you must hear.

I hug you so close,
Yet so far away.
I love you so,
But do not dare say.

Is this too young,
To be called true?
Because I love the sound,
Of me with you.

I know you love her,
But I sure love you.
Though you may never say,
That you love me, too.

Is this meant to be?
Or is it just a dead end?
Will I ever have the pleasure,
To call you more than a friend?

A missing piece,
of my heart oh so shattered.
Not that it ever
Actually mattered.

Things that fall,
Tend to be broken,
And yet, my emotions,
Have all been awoken.

You fixed me, you did.
But you may break
My heart, oh, so frail.
And then what would we make,
Of this big red mess?


~Angel

About Poetry For The Lost

I'm sure you've seen,
Many cites like mine,
But none of them,
Are quite so divine.

Poems are for us to express
What we dare not say aloud
On those unpleasant days
When there's a dark rain cloud
Which rests above our heads

Poems are the unspoken words
Of the one we truly love
A love as pure
As the white feathers of a dove

To sum it all up
Poetry comes from the heart
It isn't something trashy
Only a beautiful form of art



~Angel