My heart is hurting

autumn

Even though this was written a long time ago, I still see fragments of left over memories. Like wisp of cobwebs they fade away quickly; my heart with time has healed.

I want to run and hide
But there’s no place
My heart is hurt and wounded
I try to heal it but I cannot.

I am close to tears
I don’t want you to see me breakdown
I put up a brave front
To hide the hurt inside of me.

Time seem to drag when I’m alone
A minute seems like an hour
But whenever I’m with you
Where have the years gone.

Whom am I kidding
I cannot even hide from myself
I’m unsure of everything
Even of your love for me.

I don’t deserve you
I too have hurt you so many times
Can I stop all these hurts?
So heavy that I cry on the inside.

I want to ask you, hold me
Just hold me without questions
I need the warmth of your arms
The warmth of your love.

Hug me tightly, don’t let me go
My heart is flowing with tears
Tears to wash away the hurt; the pain
Stop my heart from hurting.

By C.E. Pereira
(10-3-1989 – Rewritten: 27/9/2015)

Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira View All Posts