Watercolor
You have
Refused to play your role
On the romantic play
That might be corny
But works out just well
When played
In the theater of my head;
The Truth is,
I have no talent:
That I could never
Write you a song;
And culd never figure
A way to take
A picture that captured
Your smile;
Thought poetry
Was my thing
But life taught me
I was wrong;
There’s nothing left
to say
and less than that
is left of me;
however I write;
and honestly,
I have no idea why
What I know
Is that I’ll sell
My soul for you;
Not a meaningful offer,
Since it’s been of no use
For some time now;
Would chop
My right arm
For your kiss;
Not a bad deal
When I’m considering
Taking my life
For nothing;
Would go to hell
To hear you
Say something nice
About me
And why not
If I’m going
To end up there
Anyways
I used to want
To change the world
For better
Now I only want it
to change enough
for my love for you
to be more than a joke;
I wanted the power
To make a difference
Now the only power
I want
Is the power
To cheer you up;
I wanted to write
Another poem
But I can’t
Write poetry
Since you never replied
To the only good poem
I ever wrote;
So instead I have
This washed out
Watercolor painting
Of my life
Drawn at a time
When I feel
I can’t keep going on
By Ferthepoet
© 2008 Ferthepoet
(All rights reserved)
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