I Bought It With My Heart, Not My Wallet

DetoThePoet


      
   I need someone to take what I have to give without thinking they are the burden of my wealth, I waste money on fabricated conscientious, it is not from lace of my unknown, but my unseen love for the unknowing, down that road, I see a little me, playing with his friend, one friend who's never been with out a doubt the only friend I have to really care about but right now they stay miles away so I play alone in my sandbox think of whom have i become, if you play in the sandbox too long, you might get stuck back at home at your childhood house in tears but who know he may have left a note on the back door saying my heart is broken in too many pieces to count, so I leave site to cry to the only one who really knows my lies, my sandbox not a surprise, sort but a lie, when you cry You can't understand why, know this I'm that kind of guy, I play and cry because fabricated conscientious are only on one's on mind so time flys and your stuck in that sandbox to cry but you know you girls at home waiting for your lie, and she tells you it will be okay but you know that's the biggest lie to yourself and I, I cry because I lie and she lies because she doesn't want to blame, I cry, in my sandbox because I don't know why, said that one more time, we fight and I lay back down in my sandbox think why can't my heart be young again free and confident nothing will ever change again, but only coming to learn the lie, and to only know you are that young guy but everything will change eventually so I move on with my life and come to be know as that guy, I know it's hard to try but I'm not trying anymore Im determined and works more than try and determined is so far from that lie, I never tried to make myself beautiful on the outside so I put on that mask and keep on and putting everything really in a heart of gold for only one, only one, no one will ever know I cry alone, I still sitting alone waiting to leave my sandbox but I know it's the only place like home and I'm tired of being left alone my heart was meant to hold all and care most about the ones we truly love because you never know when that time comes and she has to go.., but he only know it was his own doing for her to run away from home and only take one pair of clothes then go anyplace but home, you cry because I lied and I only can apologize, I did not know you died..

  • Author: DetoThePoet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 21st, 2017 17:11
  • Comment from author about the poem: This ones more a story then a poem, but i wrought it with deep anger. what dose it mean to you?
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