Lovey dovey ***** me
Thought something was meant to be
Stupid cupid swept right in
And claimed his arrow yet again

Pink wren in my yard
Picks cobwebs from tomatoes
Keeping them bright red

I tried
I'm spent
I give up
I relent

I quit
I'll just stop
I can't stand
I just flop

I'm broke
I'm a mess
I've no *****
I regress

I've failed
I won't fight
I'm lost
I can't write

To write is to rip open old wounds
And get plenty of fresh ones too
I've never felt more alone
than when writing a poem
knowing I'll never get through

Ever
Wonder
Why
This
Won't
Get
Any
Views
It
Must
Be
Because
I
****
It
Certainly
Can't
Be
You..

I know what I'll do today
I'm so glad I thought of it
I think I'll spend an hour pouring out my heart
So this site can stomp on it
I'll try to be sure I don't have any rhyme or flow
I'll mention birds and trees a lot, maybe even snow (oops)
I'll have to mention love for sure and make it my life long plight
I know what I'll do today
I'll say F U to this site

I try to write from different perspectives
Think outside of my box and be more objective
Give every style of writing a chance
Be open to learning an alien dance
I appreciate effort and creativity
Even if it's subjects that for me don't come easily
I try to write and read from different perspectives
But one thing remains constant
I feel rejected