There is not a knife in the world
sharp enough
to cut this diamond from my heart
and there are
not enough words of wisdom
to convince me
to stop trying to carve it out
There are not enough stars in the sky
to wish
that things could be different this time
but there is
no chance in the universe I won’t see
your face
every time I look
There will never be enough poems
I could write
to make anything alright
but I keep on;
your heart will always be part of mine
I can’t fight it
but I’ll be forever trying