Reaper of my heart 11

by Michael D Nalley   Nov 27, 2004


Oh reaper of my heart, can’t you feel my heart ache,
To soothe your restless soul?
How can I, when my soul has become as restless
As the passion that I stole,
From you the night I fell, Oh reaper can’t you tell?

I know envy is a deadly sin, but I cannot really begin
To tell of the envy, I felt toward the hearts you’ll win
The hearts that I know will compete
And come crashing down to your feet
Like plates that became unstable
And came falling from a table

When I saw you in that beautiful dress
I was so jealous I really must confess
I knew you would meet some hungry wolves very soon
Because you left me howling hopelessly at the moon

I am an honest liar who takes pride in his humility
A nervous man who really loves his tranquility
I want to take you for a ride anywhere you want to go
I just thought this was something you should know

If you need a friend for anything at all call me on the phone
And there will be no need for either of us to ever to be alone

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