I could write you a sonnet,
Or maybe a rhyme.
Possibly a ballad,
but you would like it anyways.
Your character is vexing
To the point of madness,
Your thoughts as random as a
Blue Moon,
Fresh in the Spring's air.
Free verse is how I describe
You,
In all your glory
And flaws.
Please remember
As you read this rhyme,
This is of no one particular
So please take it right it I trail
Into thoughts,
Of Love, or Sadness.
I sit alone,
In the dark,
As I type this out
Listening to sad music of lost Love
And a broken heart.
None of which is applicable to me,
But it holds me down to the Earth
That envelopes me.
The damned Dark that consumes me,
Eats at my soul in the bitter hours
Of the night,
Holds me close and won't
Let go.
Let me go oh
Night.
Release me so I may have a moments
Rest.
Farewell dear world
Until I wake to the
Morn.
Farewell dear sky,
As you creep beneath the mountains to
Hide.
Farewell dear poem,
Which I have butchered,
And misspelled.
