• Why? A poem by TrueStrBl

    here i sit, tears run down my face, wondering why ?
    i have tried my very best to keep in touch,
    i've wondered so many times,
    am i only bothering you ?
    do u enjoy my letters ?
    do u look forward to them,
    or do they just inconvience you,?
    my heart aches--where you carved your name in it,
    i try to heal but it just bleeds even more.
    i would go to the end of the world for you,
    do u know this ? do you care ? does it mean anything at all ?
    i miss you, do u miss me ?
    i need to hear these things from you.
    your friends tell me what they think---but
    thats not your voice or your words.
    you write but never really tell me,
    how you feel--
    maybe for me you would take the time ?
    i have memories good memories
    and i think of them all the time,
    they wouldn't be there if they weren't
    suppose to be, i know you are busy
    i do understand, i too am busy but always
    make the time to check just incase you wrote.
    because it makes my day, whether its 2am or 8pm,
    i can't begin or end my day without knowing
    if you had a few minutes for me.
    heart , TrueStrBl