Letting wings
Tell the story...
Marvel at a sunshine's keep
When the bravery of simple and worldly...

Suppose a charity of kind
Vainer though kept, to these we mind
A house of resolve, a yearning time
To remind even the littlest hopes to find

Gages of wan, wonder in the eye?
Overt to liberty, the talk of somewhere
Favored for sense, surmisal in the lie
Of conscience to have, the least's we fare

Cope, sincerity, and honor
To tell a tale of such, might's we enthuse
Is a labor of love, the dread in songs and heirs
To come, with the ides of repose, we never lose

Without a voice to fly
A hap and demand of sustained go
Through the moments deed, a showing of cause all the while
Realms to its survival, the role of strength to hold...

A broken promise?
A seclusion of rights, to word and envy of a letter
Seen in the needs of virtue, we claim are a host of what sigh's
A means to an end, that has saved even a little more than better

after all's been said
and done
you’re the only one who got it.
How's that feel?

It’s hard to find the words.
And it might not be about you and me,
But sometimes I still see the future as it ought to be
The way you promised,
But now it has all been compromised.

You said forever,
What I’m getting now is a never.
But sometimes I still see you in my bed
Maybe because I can’t get you out of my head.
But now I know.

I know you’ve her.
And I hope it’s not just the wine,
But I still hope that someday you’ll give me a sign.
That it wasn’t all made up
But I really need some kind of follow-up.

Please answer me
I dare
But you seem not to care
It hurts so bad
I think I might be going mad.

Now I know it was after all not ought to be.
There is no longer a story of you and me.
But you are hard to forget
It’s like I’m paying for some former debt.
What did I do?

“Ought”
Ought to do
What a strange word indeed
Very different
From “will”
Will do
Rather like it’s
Parent
Following behind      the child
Stubbornly refusing the jacket
They
     “Ought”
To wear

If of all words of tongue and pen
the saddest are, "It might have been."
More sad are these we daily see:
"It is, but hadn't ought to be."