As this commercial courtship carries on
I gain sight on my past loves
And one the one new one
As i slowly realize with great dread
She is gone.
Im staying as an angel of death at an alter
As I realize I have no friends
This stone chasm engulfed what reality I had
I stood still in time forever
How could things of turned out this bad?
With the few moments i stood near
She claimed To love as did I
Her love seamed innocent
Ever so purely clear
I look to the alter immage
And I see she has been gone
For year upon year upon year
This firery ball headed out of the sky
Toward one man holding up a single flame
The man was a nobody in the world of people to know
One who never was to seek fame
As he acted to love this firery sphere
He alone was to take the blow
With this great act of courage
His moment to show who he was came
But with no name comes no fame
He was silent as he approached the thing
He approached without caution or fear
What the thing was wasnt clear
As he enjoyed it ever so with the longingness
But when he went to ask it the name
The thing left him with the same silence as it came
This thing was later found out
Long after he was sent above
As the thing approached him again
He realized with great joy
           It was love
Jean if your out there i miss you....
At first i was awkward to the slient way.
Then with the ever lasting same thing every a day
I came accustomed to you there
When I realized that you
You were the single one i trusted
The one i came to for comfort and sometimes joy.
The one i love.....The one Of silence
I wish many a thing from you
But the actions and feelings
I cannot think of how to do or what to say
I want to weep but fear the outcome
She graces me almost everyday
With the one thing i always hate
With the fear what might happen
I love you with my all till of late and again till you came
You the one to listen to my problems
Talking to you i feel no worries
And the worst worry of all....shame

My longest yet and feeling the hardest to manage to write on paper for someone I could always try to help....but realize she is the one helping me...
I realize my poems arent very good and rather depressing to most. You didnt have to come


                               ~Unknown~

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