Roaming through the dark to find my broken Heart, when I picked him up I noticed he had scabs, bruises, and scars …it tore me apart, the mere sight of my poo Heart. I scooped him up in my hands and gave him a hug; he looked so sad in the palm of my hands. So I whispered in his ear, “what’s wrong Heart?” He broke down crying … “Look at me Tyrone The Great I’m broken and hurt.” He huffed and puffed, “I just want to give up, love doesn’t want me, I don’t think I’m enough.” “Don’t say that Heart, it’s not true. Look at you; even with scars you’re still handsome. One day you will find someone who’ll complete you.” I wiped his tears and laid him on my chest. “I swear we’ll get through this” I said … “Now get some rest while I tuck you safely back in my chest.”
I hope that you enjoyed this poem Ms. Lady. I wrote it from the heart and wanted to be different from all the other guys on this site, so hopefully I have enticed you to email me.
By the way, I didn’t get your name. (Wink
