I...

a poem from my heart...

I…

You don’t see me,
I am standing here before you ,
Yet you can't see me.

I speak to you,
whispering in your ear,
Yet you don’t hear me.

I touch you,
my hand caresses your body,
Yet you don’t feel me.

I wonder sometimes if you even know I exist,
When you need me, I am there
Yet you are elsewhere,
And yet nowhere.

You claim to love me,
You claim to care for me,
But do you really need me?

I listen while you talk,
I see you when you need me to,
I react to your touch each and every time,
but you do not know I even exist.

I gave my life for you,
yet you show me no respect.
Even when you do, I offer you my hand as a friend.
What do I have to do to get through to you?
What do you have to do to get through to me.