So often I draw little things on my papers
First crosses
Then your name
Then how much I missed you
All the same
I never cried on those papers
Although somedays I felt like it
I didn't want to show such weakness
To someone like you
Next time I'll avoid someone like you

I am a lonesome lotus in this pond
Only one of its kind
I wish I could have another
Another lotus to bind roots at the pond's floor
We could dance in the breeze
Enjoying the sun's rays
If only for a season
We will die in time
But, in the least, I shall not die
Guilty and wanting for another
Because I'd have you.

Small, red transporters to another world
One doesn't even work
But they work well enough
Earbuds in, world out
Forget it all for a while
A little piece of rhythmic heaven
Claimed to calm a restless soul

Late at night, after Mother goes to bed
She writes
To whom is unknown
Reason has no weight
The girl just writes
I suspect she loves another
Aside from family
Or she is an authoress
Creating stories for others enjoyment
I suppose it could be most anything
I leave you to wonder
Only God truly knows what is enclosed in that scroll of ink and heart

I am a leaf in the road
Trod over by cars in the road
I have spectacular veins
But no one notices
This leaf knows that one day
On that damp residential street after school
Some child will come along
And bring me new life
And a new pleasure
To satisfy the curiosity of the young
Till so, I am left here to wait
To stay a leaf in the road

What if...
If I had more family?
More siblings?
Gone to a different school?
Been nice to the popular girl?
What would have become of me?
While I know that life can't be based upon ifs,
It's awful curious to think about.
Then after I contemplate those questions,
I come to the conclusion that although it might not be perfect,
My life is fine as it is.

You are my fantasy
Identity unknown
Eyes of the sea
Mane of black
I will find you
Someday
Until then I shall be content with dreaming