Unrequited Love, written before my seminar
For those of you who can't stomach emo poetry, read no further...
Unrequited Love
She haunts my dreams,
following me in the daylight
jumping from one unrecognizable face
to another. She preys
on my raw emotions
fastens her claws deep into
my decisions.
Yet, she does not know.
Her face, now unseen for yeras,
crystallizes on other people,
clear for me to see, to torment
my daily walks and conversations.
She projects herself in others
voices, actions, gestures;
but she does not know.
Her soft, silky voice subdues the anger,
her figure entrances the eyes,
her mind fascinates.
I dance with her at night,
(her card is always open)
drifting into an elegant ballroom
on a beautiful night.
It is filled with indistinguishable
faces and voices, laughter
but the sound of music and her laugh
are both clear.
She laughs as we dance into the night,
escaping into the cool evening air.
We part as the sun breaks through
the window in my room.
And still, she does not know.
Unrequited love, that fickle beast,
tears into my soul
even when she does not know
or care.
But she will not haunt me any longer,
her visage will not dance from one
woman to another. Instead, she will
be locked in my heart, never to
dance again.
Unrequited Love
She haunts my dreams,
following me in the daylight
jumping from one unrecognizable face
to another. She preys
on my raw emotions
fastens her claws deep into
my decisions.
Yet, she does not know.
Her face, now unseen for yeras,
crystallizes on other people,
clear for me to see, to torment
my daily walks and conversations.
She projects herself in others
voices, actions, gestures;
but she does not know.
Her soft, silky voice subdues the anger,
her figure entrances the eyes,
her mind fascinates.
I dance with her at night,
(her card is always open)
drifting into an elegant ballroom
on a beautiful night.
It is filled with indistinguishable
faces and voices, laughter
but the sound of music and her laugh
are both clear.
She laughs as we dance into the night,
escaping into the cool evening air.
We part as the sun breaks through
the window in my room.
And still, she does not know.
Unrequited love, that fickle beast,
tears into my soul
even when she does not know
or care.
But she will not haunt me any longer,
her visage will not dance from one
woman to another. Instead, she will
be locked in my heart, never to
dance again.