I feel too much,
I care too much.

I see too much,
I hear too much,

Even a whisper,
is heard loud and clear,

Nothing goes unnoticed,
it feels like a curse - one that I fear.

I sense too much,
I hurt too much,

I cherish joy too much,
I remember too much.

Every word
that was ever said,

Tosses and turns
in my heart
and in my head.

I think too much,
I give too much,

I know too much,
I grow too much.

I evaluate my insecurities
everyday,

I punish myself
for turning out this way.

I never ask for much
I never take too much,

I never want too much,
my only real problem is ...
that I love--way, way too much.

~ I'm sorry.

By Lady R.F ©2017

She believed
that she was his moonlight,
every shiny star
that filled the dark night sky,

She believed
that she was his every precious sunrise,
unexpectedly, by surprise,
everything that she had ever believed
turned out to be a terrible lie.

She believed
that she was his oxygen,
that every breath he took
was keeping him alive,

She believed
that his every footstep
would be taken with her
by his side.

Her world was devastatingly ripped out
from under her feet,

Her heart no longer has a rhythm,
no longer does it want to beat.

She trusted him
more than anyone
she had ever known,

He promised
to love her forevermore -
but now...
she walks this world
all alone.

Shattered,
broken beyond repair,

Her perfect love
has painfully vanished
into thin air.

By Lady R.F ©2017

as the Indian pitches
are always spin prepared
few batsmen ever
get well spared

the bowler's turn
of the ball does the trick
there is that out sound
in the bat's snick

Aussie selectors must be
aware of a slow delivery
when they name the team
who'll carry the livery

quicks are a dead loss
on the subcontinent
time and again this
has been so consistent

if we want to win
a test series on Indian soil
we can't let our eleven
be sent there to boil

the wicket has constantly
favored wrists and fingers
so we don't require
fast stinging zingers