Johnny with love

I have a name,

but it doesn’t matter.

I hold a heart,

yet still I bleed.

I am a man of sorrows,

and it is behind my smile.

I am who I am,

to blend into death.

So many smiles I have pretended to show,

inside of my dreams I am able to feel.

No words spoken in my heart crying eyes,

raining on my soul this emptiness.

Love has a way of finding me still,

even though I run still I am weak.

Arms open wide for her to reach deep within,

becoming the image of shadows on my face.

I have a name,

I am Johnny.

I hold her heart,

bleeding with mine.

I am friends with sorrow,

who rarely shows a smile.

I am who I am,

blending with my love.





Johnny Newell