some poems i wrote last year while i was bored in class...

how can something be correct

when it is wrong?

foolish girl to hope

to think you could belong

most fall down from above

you didn’t fall down;

you fell in love

you fell up.

then you fell down on your knees

and now, don’t you know,

you can’t fall up

you must be lifted.

but who will be there to raise you up?

I am a fool.

For you

Does that make it any better?

I think it just worsens matters…

I love you

IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou

Like a fool

I wear my jester’s hat

Festooned with silk and bells

But you pass me by

Unaware of the sadness behind my smile

You could never guess that you’re the reason for that,

Could you?

So I must say it again,

I am a fool.

i am weak

in my immaturity

face of a child laughing

then the cherub’s face

is contorted

in childish rage

moon eyes

moon face

i am a child of the moon

burbling happily

until my wants are ignored

childish love and admiration

shines in my moon eyes

my lip juts out

in a pout

when affection is not returned

“Mine!”

i shout to the moon

but she belongs to no one

11:58 PM - Jul. 23, 2006 - post comment