Love was pouring out
Profusely so,
Reason to believe that was the result
Of love that overflowed
But it took a while for you to realise
That this love,
My love,
Was leaking out,
Out from the gaping holes of my heart,
The gapping wholes of pain.
I've robbed you,
I've robbed myself,
From full expression of love.
I was never full, but still I gave
But looking upon the holes
You question if my giving was deliberate
The question of if it were really given to you.
That you just happened to be under
To be near by.
Now you wonder if you are even special to me.
What use is a leaking watering can?
But that's the state of my heart,
I've given you love,
But was it from the holes that shouldn't be?
Or from the spout?
Here I am by the border between two pastures,
Maybe the grass looks greener on the other side,
Because I've been watering it,
Because I've been so deliberate.
But it's draining watering two places at once.
It's draining seeming so haphazard with showering love.
How can I give you my full attention?
How can I turn to you without first fixing the holes?
I let God fix it for me,
I let Him make me overflow,
And my love becomes more deliberate,
And I hope that you still want it.
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Shadows Of My Heart (poetry from the soul; for the soul)
PoesiPoetry is life, written the way one sees it and lives it. Every experience is a word that begins a poem that speaks the length of a novel. 'Shadows Of MY Heart' takes the noticeable, everyday occurrences to explain the deeper ones that go unnoticed...