I'd give my flesh just for one ounce Of your genius. In my mediocrity I turned the extraordinary Into the ordinary. You made a symphony from lost Moments, only you knew their worth!
Ashamed, I scorned you. Forgive me For we are both lonely orphans
II - Time
I sit waiting. Each day, Just waiting. Still, Waiting. For anything. A sign Of gods' favour Perhaps. Always a fool. A fool, Always.
III - Fading Footnote
All I am becomes faint. You just take, consume all. A greedy little child Worth more than my being.
A desperate orphan, I want love and it shows. I am discarded for My needy requests. Shame.
You need no love and Are loved for it. Cruel God!
IV - Haiku for Atonement
Two souls have diverged Jealous, I scorned your beauty Tired, I scorn no more
A poem about jealousy and some other things. Being long I imagine I probably spelt something wrong