With him in the Title
I can never be,
What he wants to see.
I know he can never,
Give it all up for me.
Yet why does it hurt,
To see who he is and who he’s with, wrapped up so closely?
Do you like him?
I ask myself.
Oh Lord! I don’t know,
Cries my brain at its best!
‘Let him go!’ it says.
Only for my heart to play a game of ‘guess’!
Ignoring him isn’t the way for sure,
Cause each time I see him, the heart soars.
It knows not that we won’t work,
That the future ahead is absolute murk.
Yet it prays for a shot,
To try and see what we’ve got!
Even now,
my heart is filled with unrest,
Every single strand of strength,
Put completely to test.
Tears aren’t even being shed,
Guess they all dried up instead.
Oh! how ironic life is,
The guy who I like, I saw kiss.
Even if physical,
I may have taken.
It’s the emotion,
That left me broken.
Do I want him?
I guess.
Can I have him?
Maybe post a little stress.
Will it last? Will it hurt?
I will for sure be a perfect mess!
So dear heart,
Let him go.
He is not yours,
Please step in the know.
He can’t be what you want him to be,
While you can’t try to foresee.
Cry if you want,
Not a lot but a little.
Accept he isn’t yours,
Probably write with him in the title.
Smile and forget, your love is on its way.
All prepared to meet the dragons he’ll have to slay.
A commoner's poetic reflections 