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deal
I can’t deal
with how I feel,
So I write it down.
I write prose in rhymes
but its growing, in the amounts of times
that I write sweet prose to you –
to express why and how I just feel the way I do
it is a rare kind of torture,
one I’ve never quite known before;
and I must confess if I were Chinese,
I’d probably use it more!
Oh!
Not on myself, of course!
Its sheer torture, don’t you see?
No, it’s not one I’d ever choose to
torment anyone, except an enemy!
I wish
you knew that I can’t help
What’s happened to my head (or to my heart)!
So I’ll blame it all on you,
because you were there
When this did start!
So, I’ll blame it all
on you!
Why
Did you have to be so beautiful?
Why did you have to sit with that “blank stare”?
Why did I have to feel for you, in all your lonesomeness, sitting there?
Why did I ever bother to stop and say “hello”?
Why did the “peace” we wished each other
turn into, “Oh no! Please just go!”
What happened to civility?
What happened to the love ~ I mean the Godly kind
That the preacher man speaks of?
Why did it get so “weird”?
why don’t you think it strange that
we can’t even say “hello”?
I wonder if St. Anthony
could find where
it did go.
© 2011 All rights reserved, Amelia