but, oh,
were you dangerously deceptive.
you lured me in
with your pretty words
and a counterfeit sense
of security.

but i know you now.

you are a master of disguise
wearing innocence like a veil—
your petals are razors,
and your roots are rotten.
you are a honey trap
teeming with poison.

The sky doesn't smile today.
It has the imperfectly carved moon.
A bright lit hollow upon our heads
Lightening the earth like a
Lone in dark street light.

If I had the words,
Then I wouldn't have to write
You'd look at me and hear a song, instead

The notes are what you'd learn
The rhythm, what you'd feel
A signal flare, illuminating overhead

In kind, we'd bond
Words, lost from you as well
Looking warmly, eyes held in hold

In truth, our smiles would stretch miles,
While in the end,
Our stories remain untold

I sit here, posting, writing,
Yearning for attention,
Hoping for hearts I might earn
From the avid reader.

I check, and check, and check again—
Yet nothing takes effect.
My heart grows tender,
Dreaming of climbing stature,
But the steep hill looms impossible to capture.

Still, I post, still I write,
Determined to yearn and fight.

There are
irrepressible feelings
a certain
nostalgic hinderence
of pure magic
called
puppy love.