And by 6:30 in the evening,
Holding my cup of tea...
She wants me around her all the time.
I'm her best friend...
I have this haunting yet soothing voice in my head
Like stream or thread of emotions woven together...
Ballad, Of The Rapture Goddess... (A Sonnet)
Lovelier, Than Venus, Aphrodite...
(This poem was born out of Romeo's balcony scene...
But Soft! What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks...
Cut myself open trying to get your attention
Emotions flowing out...
On my knees
Tearing myself apart...
I begged for your attention
You ignored me as if I were invisible...
You love her,
But it's like she does not give a fig...
I love her very much,
But she does not seem to care...
With you there's often perfect
A time that would stand still...
Poison was his potion, a whirlwind of confusion...
How can something so small and sweet turn so sour...