When will I learn
Not to say a word?
They always leave me to burn
Making these feelings absurd
It's such a waste of time
A useless exercise of rhyme
These feelings just repeat
Leaving me at their feet
I realized long ago
That my reasons to try
Would soon softly die
How could I not know?
Questions without answers
Flit across the page
Like tragically beautiful ballet dances
Wondering where they belong in this age
My place is undecided
And only with the pen
Are these feelings confided
Then left to rot in the liar's den





















