Porcelain Heart
This porcelain heart, that I carry inside,
Knows of my laughter, and the tears that I've cried.
It knows of the me that lived long ago,
And the spirit that's buried, never to show.
This porcelain heart, that I hold so dear,
Knows of my dreams, and my greatest fear.
It knows of my pain, weakness and strength,
It knows of the battles I've fought in at length.
This porcelain heart, sometimes my best friend,
Knows of my start, and one day, my end.
It knows the real me, and the one I show you.
Of the anger I've felt, and the peace I am due.
This porcelain heart sometimes feels out of reach,
But once I do hold it, I will learn, it will teach.
It knows, and it shows me the bad and the good,
In hopes that one day I will do all as I should.
Until then I know, though it constantly breaks,
It will always be mine, as will my mistakes.
There's not much that I have that no one can
steal,
But forever mine, is the way that I feel.
How do you fix a broken
heart, when the mere effort is too much? |
Within The Heart In Me
The strength to carry on is buried deep inside of
me.
And now you've gone away, taking the only key.
My spirit floats aimlessly, through time and then
through space,
My heart remembers no one, except your smiling face.
My pillow holds the tears I've cried, though wasted
they may be.
My eyes no longer hold a shine, because 'again' will never be.
Babe, you made me happy, turned the dark to light,
You calmed all the noises that once when bump at night.
Now you've passed away, made friends with The
Lord,
Instead of me by your side, will be His mighty sword.
The only salvation I have left is your sweet memory,
Which will forever be alive
Within The Heart In Me.
Why Can't I Find You?
My lifes all mixed up, as time drags on by.
My spirit is lonely, as my soul turns to cry.
I see places we went, and things that we'd do,
And I ask Jesus above, why can't I find you?
I sit here alone, thinking of thoughts that we
shared,
I look around me, who really cared?
I didn't know it then, but I cared for you,
And praying to God is all I can do.
I ask him to tell you that it's you that I love.
When laughter comes to pain, and push comes to shove.
I feel bad now, because I wasn't there,
And maybe you thought that I didn't care.
But care is one thing that I really do,
As I ask Jesus above, why can't I find you?
But I tell you, one day we'll be together once more,
And I'll prove that I loved you, that I assure.
But while I'm still here, in a world of my own,
I ask myself, when is she coming home?
My problems increase, my sadness does too,
Oh, Dawn, my lost soul, why can't I find you?
After I'm will anyone remember,
My soul being sweet, my heart being tender?
The hands that I've held, the lips that I've kissed?
The things that I've done and those that I've missed?
After I'm gone, will anyone regret,
The things that they've said, or haven't said yet?
The times that I left, when I wanted to stay,
The hours that I worked, when I wanted to play?
After I'm gone, will anyone mourn,
For the memories inside of me, yet to be born?
For the days in the sun and nights in the rain,
For the laughter and love, heartache and pain?
After I'm gone, will anyone grieve,
For the love that I wanted, but never received?
For the times, when for them I put myself in a bind,
For the answers to the questions I never did find?
After I'm gone, will it be hard,
To read my poem or birthday card?
To go to the places they saw me smile,
To know that I loved them all the while?
After I'm gone, will they look to they sky
And speak my name with a tear in their eye?
Will anyone remember my face and my hair,
And most important to me,
Will anyone care?
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