My Poetry Archives
Hello! I’m Dave
Join me as I write my way through my failed and somewhat embarrassing love life. Embark on the emotional journey through several heartbreaks and the feelings we’ve all felt before associated with loved ones. Writing has always been my way of letting off some steam but I hope you can relate to a couple of the poems or their meanings along the way.
Most Recent Poem
Brief Description
A while ago I loved someone who always held their cards very close to their chest. The emotional barriers were up and no matter how much I tried to break them down, more would appear. I tried so very hard to get in but it was to no avail.
We stopped talking, however over the course of a few months afterwards we would leave each other little hidden messages to find, I thought perhaps I’d be able to prove myself worthy of finally opening the vault, but sadly it was just never the case.
The Vault
Her mind is like a vault, closed up with a million locks,
All the time more barriers raise, to seal the emotional box.
I have tried so very hard, to pick the latch for years,
But everytime I hear the click, another one appears.
So I sit and plan my greatest heist, I feel like Bonnie and Clyde,
But inside the labyrinth I sit and wonder, where does your love reside?
All my cards lay on the table, while hers stay close to her chest,
I guess even after all this time, I still don’t pass the test.
To me you’re such a mystery, one I just can’t solve,
Somehow you also manage to be, around what my dreams revolve.
They all tell me that I’m crazy, for wanting you by my side,
But only we speak the language, of the string that we’re both tied.
I’ve seen the hidden messages, I’ve read the words you sent,
But when I ask about their meanings, you don’t reveal your true intent.
Is this just a game to you, or is it really how you feel?
Because when I ask you face to face, the truth you still conceal.
I know that you’re wary, you have every right to be,
But surely by now I’ve proven myself, through everything you see.
Let me hold your hand, through the good times and the bad,
I want you forever, you’re the best I’ve never had.
So here I stand outside the vault, still banging on the door,
Wondering if one day it’ll open, free for me to explore.
Maybe I’m too late, and you’ve given someone else the key,
But if they really loved you, they wouldn’t have done those things previously.
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