Does she like me? (A persona poem:NOT my voice)
She treats me like crap. I’m nothing, but
God would Love her.
For a response I’d walk the city streets in the rain
no umbrella. She wants particular things only.
Always declining, she leaves me in the dark still.
Her feelings are a mystery.
I never want to leave her.
Crown her with compliments unfeigned
well-worded carefully thought out
my feelings she waves like a scepter.
God can Love her.
On the throne of adoration she sits
perched and wallowing in love’s rays.
She is precious.
I want to give her everything.
We two cartoons permeably outlined in black,
She sometimes uses a bold marker to
push me away and keep me out,
I’m already there, not to intrude as others.
God does Love her.
Seeing her true form, imperfection
I choose to stay.
Posted on 2.23.2004 at 7:06 PM
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