Who do I write about?
You know they’re about you.
You may outwardly doubt
but gaze my verse through.
You may argue
and not believe what I say.
I know that you
can’t watch yourself play.
You may deride
and hold my words in derision
and may cast them aside
because you don’t see my vision.
You may not see you that way, but I do.
No matter what you say, my vision is true.
The sole positive/
about heartache is that it/
prompts intense muse growth.
10 minutes of my/
time. Peace, joy, perhaps a rhyme./
Gain feelings sublime.
Do you see the new/
thumbnail moon or is that just/
your middle finger?
You’re right. The goo has/
gone. The bubble has burst. I’m/
left standing alone.
His tender voice will/
no longer calm and heal folks/
if they won’t listen.
OR
My tender voice will/
no longer calm and heal her/
if she won’t listen.
When you won’t let me/
in, I can’t show you my deep/
and tender feelings.
It settles like a/
heavy pool but you release/
it with a few words.
I have such great news /
to share, but you probably /
don’t care, so I won’t.
Sometimes when I drive/
I feel like I’m just beyond/
the edge of control.