Can'T Get You Out Of My Mind.. Poem by Heather Cropper

Everytime I close my eyes,
my history is on replay.
Sitting there; waiting for me to give in,
mocking me with shine; trying to persuay.

Ignoring with all my strength,
reminding oneself not to fall that low.
Making so much progress,
once life was fast now everything is slow.

At this moment I don't have the courage,
to go back to my secrets treasure.
Not one to laugh at with this subject,
yet I laugh at what I appear to be unsure.

Trying hard not to break the glass,
walking on tiptoe with the little hope I have.
Faking my smile as I go along,
falling; forgetting about the glass.

Writing useless words down on paper,
pretending that someone will actually care.
Taking precautions to not be alone,
making lists just to prepare.

The words don't make sense,
once I read it a loud.
Shorter and shorter the verses go,
wishing for once for me to be proud.

Wishing with every ounce of my hope,
not to let history repeat itself.
Being naive of the love I have,
silently and quickly I'm losing hope in myself.

Not wanting to be a burden,
I try to hold back my pain.
Tell my friends I really meant good,
I can't promise you anything.