Finding My Heart Poem by Jason Gregory

She sits, across the room.
Staring, waiting.
She looks beautiful, sitting there.
Standing, she slowly walks over,
looking into my eyes as she bends over to kiss me.
Oh what such sweet lips, what a beautiful feeling.

She sits, hands covering her face,
shaking as she sobs quietly in her bed.
I never meant to hurt her, I thought it was for the best.
It took me too long to realize what I've done to her,
for it never oscillated onto me again.
Her face is red, shiny with her salty tears.

She sits, watching television.
I knock on the door, and she doesn't stand.
I wait in the bitter cold and biting wind,
just because I want to see her,
because I want to tell her how much I love her.
But she doesn't want to see me, I ruined her life.

I love her, and she says she loves me.
I found my heart in the hands of that little English girl,
the girl who sits, and waits.
She waits for the day I ask for my heart back, because I've done it before.
I was stupid, immature and uncommitted.


Now I am who I am, and I am in love with her because she is my soulmate.



Until next time,

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