The Winter Gift
There once was a young woman named Lucretia who didn't fit in well with the people of her village. She loved to wander the woods by herself and sing. She also had a tendency to talk to herself and she wasn't good at weaving or cooking or any of the other skills that were valued in a woman, so she was often called an oddity and people would treat her as such. She acted as if this didn't bother her but she could never shake the feeling of being alone and unloved. On one winter's day, Zeus was traveling though the skies when he heard a sweet, haunting sound. It was a woman singing.
"I must find the owner of that voice." He whispered enchanted
I can't stop.I can't stop thinking about him.I can't stop.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see him and my heart takes off,
my head starts to dream and I'm
in his arms. We're dancing.
I drown in his eyes, but
he is not mine.
I replay in my head what I did.
I could have this, should have that.
But I shy away and blush in the dark.
He's happy with her, she's happy with him.
Who am I to break the happiness of friends.
So I suffer quietly even though my heart
wants to scream,
I can't stop thinking about him.