This Silly Boy
He doesn’t know that I enjoy
That condescending thing he does
It makes him seem like a silly boy
A silly boy that this girl knows.
His pronouncements are the final word
And make me want to hug him close
Or set him free like a wild bird
This silly boy did this girl choose.
He doesn’t even know it either
The things he says or what he spurns
In the lesson of life he is my teacher
It’s a silly boy that this girl learns.
He spouts such nonsense constantly
He cannot live, he cannot love
He says that he can’t even be
But this silly boy do I still love.
And when he’s wiser in his years
He’ll understand what he once had
The love he ignored like forgotten tears
This silly girl who once loved a lad.
Poetic Story Twisted
This story of a love
Discovered in a poem,
Is of two seeming-children,
Inside a world of blue.
They both were sad,
Both since resigned,
To long lives
Without love.
Until the Fates
Coerced the world
To force these
Two to meet.
Thus, two separate lives,
Undone by love,
Were joined now
By a world of pain.
It was their love,
So pure and new,
That made the world
To weep.
For never was
A love so cursed,
That the world
Could not equate.
Passion
He’s a fire my heart can’t resist
That rises and tries to consume
He covers me, blackens my life
Then leaves behind piles of ash.
He tells me I’m nothing but useless
Not good for a slow-burning fire
Brief passion is all I will ever get
Just one night: one night and one kiss.
