~

So happy that you listened
My words they weren’t so deep
But you deserve much better
Than that little whiny creep

Your talent shines like moon beams
Your smile like the sun
No use in wasting any time
With someone who’s a ***

He’s nothing but a little punk
Who thinks he is so grand
Has such a hard time writing
With something in his hand

So send this loser packing
Tell him to get lost
Pay someone to kick his ***
Regardless of the cost

He is but a cockroach
Running from the light
To afraid to hang around
Stand up to the fight

So once again I’m happy
You listened to me Sye
So many people love you here
You don’t need this guy

~


I try, I swear I try,
but you are always there,
touching my thoughts with wonder,
bringing desires to my mind
on endless wishes
cast upon continuous ripples,
rapidly forming with every breath I take
~
Morning brings the sunrise
in multicolored shades of how I feel
Reaching for that lost love,
floating like indigo butterflies
just beyond my grasp, though
I still want, with every ounce,
every movement, every hope
~
I have been told
I long for what I can not have,
that elusive bloom
at the peak of the arbor,
radiant beauty washing down upon me,
fragrant reminders of a time before,
when your petals gathered at my heart
~
And try as I like it is of no use,
my mind holds you, desperately dreaming
in echoed whispers and twilight shadows
which never seem to end
For as long as there are butterflies,
honeysuckle breezes and poetry...
*there will be you