Closer than cold

In so many ways I have made mistakes unforgiveable,

just in this past year my heart has been burned by love.

So many nights have I caused grief on one’s heart,

each tear shed bears the name Johnny Love.

I have tried to ask for forgiveness in so many ways,

each try thwarted by the guilt of holding on.

No amount of tears falling to cover the rain in my eyes,

the heart I live with is the only one I have.

Rose petals dying under the thorns in my side,

pierced by fate only to regret my destiny.

So much blood spilt out from the touch I once made,

a cold December recalling November’s sweet taste.

I wake up in fear holding my pillow close to my heart,

as the makeup smears where my eyes rested long ago.

So close she feels to me as I pull her warmth inside,

breaking clean from the visions I gave away so long before.

Who knew that I was so wrong when dealing with the truth of love,

how many people have died from the pain I now bear?

To feel the light leaving my eyes crying for nothing less,

than her touch of hope in painful eyes weeping for a kiss.

In so many ways my reasons still haunt my name,

broken man in a loving time so twisted beyond repair.

I feel her in every breath I take now I can’t breathe,

so distant from my heart, so alive without my touch.

I cry for you tonight my love to one day see my soul,

holding you so close under this winter’s kiss so cold.











Johnny Newell