Woe
February 2011 (9th Grade)

I can reach for the stars,
but I can't give you the moon.
I just need some space,
but you won't give me the room.
Your symphony of lust shadows
the bare whisper of drunken screams.
Ugly language, it never stops.
Frantic, bitter love invades my dreams.
Can't you see I'm so much happier without you?
The blackest of storms are clearing over the sea.
I'm so over you,
so please get over me.
Men want the beauty of a rose,
by any other name would still appear pink and sweet.
A man of raw desire
aches underneath the heat.
A thousand "If's" sing from beneath his breast.
A million regrets soar from my soul.
My story is delirious;
full of woe.
The man in love
will never dream to see
the fair maiden that awaits him
who, by the way, isn't me.