Tell Me... Poem by Michelle Guza

Tell me the point because I just don’t get understand
All I know is that god made our fingers with spaces in between for someone else’s hand
So take my hand and don’t lose grip
And if you do then slowly off my face the tears will drip

Tell me the answer for that I am looking for
I want to know how I can make things as good as they were before
I still wish for it even though I know it never could
It hurts to lose people that you truly love even more then it should

Tell me the way to go so I don’t get off track
I would give anything just to get it all back
Lost in this mess with out company or love
I’m going as fast as I can please don’t shove

Tell me who I can trust with the key to my heart
Please take me to the guy that wont play a painful part
The one who will take the key and mess with my inside
Everyday I want to know that it wasn’t my heart that died! ! !