Let Me Show You My Heart

Let me show you my heart, though it’s tattered and torn,

A garden of silence where roses mourn.

I've whispered your name through unspoken cries,

But my voice gets lost in the wind that dies.

Each beat is a story I dared not speak,

Of moments we shared, fragile and meek.

I painted you smiles I never could wear,

And danced in dreams that led nowhere.

You saw my laughter, not the ache inside,

The tears I swallowed, the hope I hide.

Your eyes met mine but missed the plea,

For you to see the realest me.

I stitched you into every scar,

Made you my home, my northern star.

But I stood behind a wall too high,

Waving through the cracks with a broken sky.

Now I write with trembling hands,

A final note that understands:

Love unspoken still leaves a mark—

It lives in shadows, in the dark.

Let me show you my heart, before I go,

It's bleeding truth you’ll never know.

Beautiful in its shattered art,

This is me—my quiet heart.

SO

if you ever feel a silence call your name—know it's my heart, still loving you in vain.