Your mouth is soft
Like the first morning dew.
Your words are a hurricane,
But I stay in the eye of the storm.
For your heart I have no metaphor;
Your feelings are too intense
To be compared.
But your smile is a canoe, like many other smiles I know,
And tips when things get rocky.
Maybe your heart can be a tidal wave,
Practically bringing any canoe to oblivion.
But maybe, maybe,
I am using much too many metaphors.
You know how I get
When I write a poem.
A broken heart should turn you away but with me all it does is make me want to try harder , so i can be better. I know my wrong doings and i accept the fact that i messed up. But I’ve grown and matured from that, I’ve learned a lesson and I’m determined to show you I can give you the absolute best in everything. I know i can do it, i will sacrifice everything because you are worth it.