being single
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I can never seem to write a happy poem
I don't know why I just can't do it
When I write my hands they grow numb
and sometimes I feel I'll never get through it
But then came you and you gave me this
When we moved from Missouri to Oklahoma state We did not have a place of our own on that dateAnd so some local church members offered their guest house to us on a loan
Single is the relationship I present myself in,
and I resent the sentiment of loneliness I feel within,
It's this surreal sensation i've had no affiliation with,
I know how this will end
No matter how it began
We will never be friends
Starts with a hi, ends with a kiss
You're in my bed, soon you'll be missed
Because you don't intend - to stay with me no
Alone I walk, along the chaotic sea,
The smell of coral, filling my nostrils.
Watching waves grasp onto the beach,
Before being pulled back into the ferocious sea.
How peaceful a bee
hardly has any worries
flys around town
up and down
it flies so elegantly
among the trees
See the birds and things
fly high in the sky
how peaceful they fly
While looking upon all this romance, I have nothing to call mine
But at least i am not one of those who are love blind.
a door opens,
but not by me.
responsibility
to respond
and receive
a fix, yet the problems
still exist. mixed
company to coupling
to troubling the waters
