(This poem was born out of Romeo's balcony scene...
But Soft! What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks...
Beauty is one of many words to describe the...
Her sweetness could sweeten the most bitter...
Heart is racing love aflame.
Through time and wonder I know her name...
I am a story;
not a number...
Tall in height; maybe an inch or two short.
With blue, brown, green, hazel, or grey eyes...
Staring danger in the eyes
Welcoming in the lies...
Cut myself open trying to get your attention
Emotions flowing out...
On my knees
Tearing myself apart...
I shouldn't be afraid to lose you
You weren't mine to begin with...
I begged for your attention
You ignored me as if I were invisible...
I want you to kiss my scars
Instead of looking at them...
You love her,
But it's like she does not give a fig...