SassyLady's blog: "My Poetry!"

My heart does grow weary now, it's grown so very tired,

always waiting always hoping for that one true love,

the one that only exist in my dreams..

I'll search no longer, I'll give it up and hope that maybe someday

it will come to me, but then again maybe not..

Perhaps I will find it sneaking in like a silent stranger in the night,

there will be no more wearing my heart on my sleeve.

If I never in my lifetime catch the heart of another,

maybe it just wasn't meant for true love to come to me.

All my heart ever finds is the pain of being broken over and over again.

Still my heart will always hold a love that waits so eager to be shown.

I'll keep it forever to myself, and release it's feelings out into the wind,

along life's shore, maybe it will blow my way again someday.

Each tide taking a piece of it out to the stormy seas,

never to come back and cloud this heart of mine.

I've prayed, and I've tried to be all that I can be, and yet

only false love finds it's way to me.

Flow gently out my pain, let the calming waters carry you,

so far out to the lost deep,

never more for these eyes of mine to see,

or this heart of mine to feel.

Waiting, is the greatest pain of all, with each day,

my heart further falls into despair, as do the many tears I cry,

which fall upon my saddened face.

With time, my heart slowly dies.....

I must for sanities sake.....

Put a lock upon this heart of mine.....

And Throw Away the Key......

I'm all alone in this world.

Through the darkness I am hurled.

I call and call and call and call

yet I'm never heard.

If only I could fly like a bird.

I'd fly away from this mess.

Maybe then I would act my best.

I hold it in for the sake of all.

Yet whenever I get up they make me fall.

I help all that I can, but it is thrown back at me.

If only I could be a bird silent and free.

Help me please if you think you can.

Otherwise...... don't hold out your hand.

I'll try to take it thinking your a friend.

But then everything turns out wrong in the end.

Help me and I will always be in your debt.

But you have not proven to me yet.

Help.

Help.

Please help I cry.

Maybe this will all end if I die.

But untill then I live this life.