Poetry

There is a nervous bleeding in my heart
I try so hard to tell you but don’t know where to start
I so badly need to blurt this insanity out
So my mind is free to wonder without doubt
 
And all I want from you is your attention
But for me to say, to even mention
Blasphemy you would cry out loud
And lookers would become a crowd
 
So why speak to cause only stress
To make my temples sore to which I caress
Headaches and heartaches all in the same day
With all the thought coming to my mind in dismay