I write with no inspiration
Except longing on my mind
A siren call of missing you
With silence hard to find

The sirens sing louder
And louder through the night
I'm drawn into their ocean
And spiral out of sight

I wrote with the intention
That this piece would be of joy
Of 'happy' and of 'wonder'
And not a darker ploy

But alas, here I sit
In a stranger's bed
Alone with my teddy
And nothing to be said

The sadness in my mind
Screams louder than before
The tears begin to stream
And I'm sickened to the core

After all this writing
I know the only ploy
Is the silent sniffles
Of loving a boy