Hmm... Why am I so crap at choosing titles? After a very LONG dry and unproductive inability to put words together into pretty patterns I have written two crappy poems in the last couple of weeks. This is one of them.


Many Teared Soliloquy

The way you bleed for
Them
Those boys
Those others
The way your words
Fall like rain into
Their darkness
And I was frozen
Until
The wind sought me out
What is it they say
Of loving
Of losing

I can see
Why you fear me
And this long
Ancient night

Then
As I waited
And the many teared
Soliloquy
Has turned to
Envy
Of those boys
Those boys
That have you
And will keep you
Treasured treasure
In their
Castles
Tallest towers
Wrapped in your
Long silken hair
Sunshine in the morning
All those boys
To keep you from the cold

I was your sister once
Upon a time
In greener meadows
Under shaded tree
What is it they say
Of loving
And losing

by dani