poem_057_Broken_Hearted_Fool

Don’t stop beating my longing heart.

Even though she is in front of you,

Revel upon her for she is fine art.

Perhaps too fine to look at too.



A few days ago I asked, and she said to me,

That she would not, could not, and will not.

But later I read something else in her decree.

She wanted to get things straight then give us a shot.



I asked her questions for an indirect answer.

I have asked friends to get information.

I have creped around like an unknown caner.

In hopes I could settle the abundant frustration.



Well I had read a few conversations.

I found out how she felt about me.

I think I should give up my expectations.

Just give her up and leave her be.



It seems to me, with my answers in satisfaction.

That she does not feel the same way I do for her.

So I am going to give up on her attraction.

I think this is what she would prefer.





Inspired by: Three poems dedicated to Emily

Dedicated to: Emily Pellam

Created on: July 4, 2005

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