This is not a love poem.
I cannot say with honesty
that I love you.
Words of praise
fail on my lips,
no song fills my heart.
There is only dread...
a shadow over my soul.
That pall is you.
This is not a love poem...
I cannot say with honesty
that I love you.
Words fail me...
you move me so.

This is not a love poem,
I don't even know your name.
You might as well  be a figment
of my overactive brain.
I don't know where you're going
when I pass you on the stairs.
But I know there isn't any place
I'd rather be than there.
You have great taste in music
Yeah, you're really good at art.
Although I do not know you,
You've stolen all my heart.
And there is only one thing
That I know to be true;
You will never notice me,
the way I notice you.

I can't write a love poem
I'm missing a muse
I'm also afraid of cheapening the art,
of being generic.

I can't write a love poem,
but I'd love to…
why am I afraid to try?

Just another rant about society
Here goes
Yes sir, yes I'd like to submit a complaint
as I stare at my shoes, my hypocritical shoes I walk in
All I am able to read these days is about love
People write
about love
lost love and the
spacesinbetween
Will someone show me
their life?
Freedom?
Friendship?
Trust?
Because today that's what I need
A break from the self created waves that wash us