I love this woman, I can't let her go.
Confession of love? I won't let her know.
I stop cupid in his tracks: catch arrow.
To make it all last I'll start real, real slow.
I leave hints of my name for her to see.
Her flowers tasted by my honey bee.
Whatever she creates I proselytize.
Billion degrees in my campfire eyes.
She is that sun to my bright dream night cries.
I'm lost in her affection though I've none.
I can imagine, her kisses are fun.
My glorious wishes won't be undone.
She is that mile target and I'm the gun.
When she says yes, I'll tell everyone!
A carefully crafted letter to her...
Sent back stamped denied, my vision's a blur.
I planned this so well, but not this failure.
This is a crime! Someone stop her! Jail her!
Sicker as days pass, my skin is paler.
I, noble warrior; she, impaler.
I've been a patriot in her nation,
She was supposed to be my savior.
**** this emotional constipation,
I should have just approached her earlier.
I suppose I'll try again... when I can.
Cupid readies his bow: another girl.
I halt his trigger finger... first, I plan.
Our hero, obsessing over opportunity: *"stuck in a loop"
Made certain his failure would return; luck into ****.
Squandered opportunity we all know,
But it is failure we line out in a row.
This is why he's the hero, he never gives up,
But he never amounts to anything...
urrghh! I'm gonna throw up.
I love this one.
Ever since I took writing seriously and got into writing stories more than poetry (at one point I ignored poetry completely) my poems have become more about stories.
I'd like to write more "breathy" poems about nature and love.
I'll get to write some soon.
I'd also like to write a spine-tingling one, I admit it's fun now.
However, my poems concerning wisdom, irony, satyr, and all-around knowledge, I have special relationships with.
I wrote on Facebook six or seven years ago: "That's the thing about life, it's a satyr of itself."
I'd reached a point where I thought I knew everything "in a sense", but life really threw me a curve-ball. Now I'm seeing it more towards the right way, and it's exciting. However, realizing you have so much responsibility that you weren't aware of is daunting.
Writing poetry helps express that.
So, if you're wondering what this poem is about, read into this section and you'll understand.
Enjoy! :)
