Hold

A Poem by kenny

Everything is a sign that points to "move on"
but all my heart tells me is to hold on.
I just want to know that I'm held above,
and that I'm worth your love.
but I don't think there's such a thing.

I want, so many things, to be.
and my tired heart urges me on when I want to flee.
But I've see the blood that poured forth from it all along
denied what has been so close for so long.
but it cannot rest.

It must wait the rest of it's measured life.
waiting not for some petty thing. But my wife.
Waiting for what love is supposed to be.
waiting for what it needs to see.
but waiting is what it will die doing...