Category: Poetry

Words fail To capture My longing For you.

Rain thunders down, Pounding the roof Drowning sound Flooding all Overwhelming Like thoughts of you.

Tolkien created a world, spun out of the Song of Eru. Based on one glance, I wrote an alternate world for you. Both are magical. Both are beautiful. Only mine was based on a lie, a tale completely untrue.

The last day of summer; It rains, cold and grey As my heart now.

Lies ripple across the surface Of your life and face. No depth, nothing real Except how you made me feel, But in you I left no trace.

The green of the trees has begun to fade And the chill is in the air. Dark comes earlier today, And lines touch your face so fair.

I miss you. Or at least I miss the you that I knew, that you let me see.

You chase happiness. I pursue greatness. We are not the same.

Cheating is a choice. You chose poorly.

I brought you Plums On sale Because I like You more Than the fruit I ate.