"I never got a chance to tell you how I feel"
"I never got to make you as happy as I had wanted too"
It seems my words slip to the floor
Creeping ever so softly out the back door
Their meaning lost
To me however they came at a great cost
I've tried to tell you what's inside
Yet my feelings tend to collide
If I ever managed to speak the words
Would you care or think me absurd
I beg of you speak your heart
Tell me my part
The place in your life
Hopefully someplace near your sight
What must I do?
To get my words to you!
What must I say
To make you want to stay
Help me to understand
While I help you stand
Help me to know
Just please don't go....
One of those spur of the moment poems....
I don't know about some of the lines. Some of the poem flows with that quality of a good writer, some of it could have been written by someone in middle school. Not to say that there isn't good writers in middle school. The first two stanzas I actually like. The last two I don't know about. I guess I could polish it up some...