Why was i so afraid?
To stumble on my thoughts;
I like the boy, actually loved.
Wasn't breathtaking or elegant,
...
My condolesences to you,
Pardon if you may, my lack of clarity,
Please overlook, its my pride.
Blot out this youthful foolishness,
...
The End
Why was i so afraid?
To stumble on my thoughts;
I like the boy, actually loved.
Wasn't breathtaking or elegant,
His pockets bled middle-class mediocrity.
My heart he held ransom,
In his eyes i found home.
I cried myself to sleep on Monday,
Mourned my soul on Tuesday,
But on Sunday the sun,
In all its brightness shone,
In hie eerie eyes.
Frail and fragile his frame was,
Now a sneeze, then his lung wheezed,
Nothing in retrospect i cherished.
Funny i did mourn his loss.