Heart strings

Before the poem, today is what i call a sad cripple day, i apologise for licking my wounds on here. Thanks for your understanding


Heart strings

Pulling at my heart strings, you clamber up inside, looking for the real me and the parts i like to hide

Looking for my loving side, all the parts I've broke, searching for the romantic me and kind words I've often spoke

Deep inside my corners, where sadness often lurks, hoping to find some Sunshine and see if my soul still works

See if I'm still worth saving, or should you walk on by, breathe some life back into me or sadly let me die

I guess I'm a puzzle box, with its pieces out of place, can anybody solve it and put a smile back on my face

I must be getting very tired, to let the real me show, slipping is the mask i wear, if you can see I'm low

But tomorrow is another day, I'll be ready for the fight, at least that's what you will think, when my masks on right

Ron