The girl who could not LoveLonely. I am Lonely.The girl who could not Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With nobody around. Nobody to be with.
Unable to make a sound. Love merely a myth...
Scared. I am Scared.
What if I am always alone. So alone.
Nobody on the phone. Nobody home...
Sorry. I am Sorry.
I have broken hearts. So many.
Torn to parts. Love gone, I haven't any...
Honest. I have to be Honest.
Never. Never have I loved someone romantically.
Non-platonicly. I am filled with melancholy...
Scared. I am Scared.
What if I never do. A girl who could not love him back.
I fear it holds true...
Never. Never have I had a boyfriend.
I think. I keep thinking I will find someone I love.
Maybe my heart has a kink and to get it loose it just needs a shove...
Loved. I am, have been, Loved.
They never speak up. I still know.
My life an empty cup. No feelings to show...
Hell. It is Hell.
A special kind of alone. No love to tell.
At the end of the tunnel nothing has shone...
Bad. It's too Bad.
No love to be had. No love to give.
I cannot tell if I am sad. For what is there to l
Silence At The OperaWelcome to the end, my friendSilence At The Opera2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Watch your step, or you may stumble
A quick fall and you may meet your end
Isn't it an experience oh-so humble?
You will never be free of falling down
The Ferryman will forever wait for you
Make one misstep and you may drown
Death is but a distance from the pew
Raise your hands and bless the day
Praise the time that brings you an end
Death arrives to show you the way
As he does, eventually, for all men
Life is a sunrise to which sets silence
The stage that of an opera's stage
Death comes not with fiery violence
The curtain falls on not Hell's rage
Acceptance I give to Death that I,
In my time-wrinkled stage of life,
Will have to lay down and die;
The Ferryman understands all strife
Misty tales of rivers and mountains high
Surround the isle of the Ferryman's way
But on his raft I see no one to cry
Suffering is broken as here I lay
And those with me, the smiles we share,
Acknowledging the Ferryman our savior,
Our conversations filled with flare;
So the opera