I give away,
My heart and soul.
Night and day
To be happy, my goal.
Put it all on the line
And, tell you I love you.
Hold on to the hope, it'll only take time
But, in reality theres nothin' I can do.
Even told you to move and marry me.
Offered to help raise a possible unborn child.
Thought maybe someday you'd see
Just how you make my heart run wild.
Holding on to every touch,
Every smell
Why, do I continue to love you so much?
Locked in this mental prison cell


*That's all I have so far*

Great job! Really well written and touching. :-)

As like the title of this poem,, we are all works in progress and sometimes the why's just rumble in
rampppppittttt over drive,,

Very true... But, "work in progress".. Well that's not a bad idea for a title lol but I just posted what I had so far lol hense "work in progress"