Poetry

by

Johnny Culp
 

My heart beats out of my chest
 

 My heart beats out of my chest
Now that I have confessed
My throat has swollen words escape but not clearly
I tell you the words I want you to hear,
but like a heavy wind over the ocean
the words are choppy and distorted
could we have been happy together
Would we have gotten along
It was never meant to be known
So there is no reason or me to ask
I would have loved you more than the morning sun
I would have given you more than I could have gotten
You would feel my love like the warmth of the sun when it shines its brightest
Like the light from a full moon on a pitch black evening
If only I would have known, if only I was not a fool
Because a fool is what I was, letting one such as you slip through my grasp
A fool I will remain, but with the past to remind me of my deeds
I taste the salt from my tears I feel pain of a loss from a love I have never known
But my heart has cooled, frozen to the core, ready to be chipped away
If by chance I find love and romance this heart could be fine if warmed in time
If warmed to hastily, like glass it will break
If warmed to slow my heart may bough and bend before love is let in
I may not find warmth in your heart, but as for mine there is always a spot
True love may await, but at what lovers call fate, I condescend
I don’t comprehend loves cruel jest, all because I would not confess

I would have given you my heart, to plunder, to ravage, to beat savagely
It was yours to rip out, it was your to bruise, it was your to do as you wish
I would have walked through fire, I would have given up breathing if only to please you
To feel what man calls love, to be wrapped in emotions of a feeling called love
The warmth of your embrace that melts my soul, what I would have given
I would never feel enough, Now things have began to be what they will be
And it happened that fates prying glance looked away from me at the moment we met
Only to leave my with a frozen heart, with a scar engraved with your name

This is how I move on I write words I wish I could say, emotions I wanted not to feel,
Emotions I could not feel, I do whine but this is how I learn to deal

Johnny Culp

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