PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I was born with stars in my eyes,and love in my heart.
with all the ambition only a dreamer's mind could conjure
I had all the confidence needed to survive but not to thrive
broken souls are cast aside as broken toys often are
should I brace myself for the fight or run and hide
or maybe wish upon a shooting star

on bended knees at times but I keep Soldiering through 
the hurt and pain
we became as strangers in the silence that seems to 
always stay so near 
when in anger you refuse to speak
I was willing to die for you 
but I never learned to tell you I'd rather live with you 
as every new dawn awakens I reach across the bed 
only to realize your side has gone cold long ago

as I fade and become less than I thought I was before
which wasn't very much it seems 
the demons in the darkest hour of the night 
demand I give a name to my pain
oh you silly fools how can I 
when I know of so many
could it be my eyes ?
for if you look close they give my feelings away
they cry for me they cry for you
They love...they hate for very few
they show my shame they show my pride
they show you all the wounds I hide
broken hearts fall apart in the dark or through art
it's all in the eyes of the beholder