Well, for one whose build is like a bear,

Whose clumsiness is ever evident,

Who cannot notice slight changes of hair,

So girls are oft deprived the compliment,

I have an image in my mind that’s bent

The truth a bit. In mind, I’m just so sweet

That girls would swoon if I, by slightest hint,

Would offer up to lift them off their feet.

Yet there is one whose eyes I always meet

With looks discretely drenched in love. I fear

A life without the one whose hands and feet

I may ne’er see again after this year.

Yet of my feelings she may never know,

And so in secret I must watch her glow.

My Heart Aches Tonight

My heart aches tonight.
I try to sing away my pain
my doubt
my fear.
With every note my soul cries out.
Surely this is not meant to be.
How could it be?
Yet I hope.
I cling to my hope like a tree to the ground.
My roots have grown too deep.
Will I be uprooted now?
After all of the nourishment?
"There is life in my limbs!"
I cry out.
But the soil on which I have steadily grown
turns to sand.
I crash to the ground with just a breeze.
And there I wait.
And hope
to be reunited with the ground,
turned upright
and rooted once again

Behind It All

Behind It All
Behind the fronts I keep
Behind the walls I've raised
Behind the mask
Behind the pen

Behind the clothes
There stands a naked man

Just waiting to be heard.

Trial Blog

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