My turn to make up a crap poem of impending doom

[Ryu Yogen]

Every moment fleeting,
Like sand sifting though my fingers,
I look to the pale night moon,
hoping for the answer I'll never find,

I stand alone,
these moments rushing through my mind,
and the only ones I can look at twice,
are the ones I have of you,

Your lovely smile has locked my feet,
to this world of reality,
such beauty existing,
in this sad life of mine,

Your hair waving in the days breeze,
an ocean catching my unworthy gaze,
and so soft to my hand,
which is undeserving to touch,

For once I wish my arms,
could wrap around you slender waist,
as I whisper how much I love you,
but then this reality hits me,

Alone, and loss of ambition,
trying to reclaim my own life,
wishing for what is impossible,
a chance to be with you,

A life of pure joy and happiness,
always out of my reach,
and your gorgeous image,
burned into my memory,

So much I wish to say,
All the things I wish I could do,
but destined to be alone,
tortured by words I wish I could say,

I love you...




Woot for my craptastic poem!

[Kolava]

It was a fine poem, if not a little bland. Maybe next time, instead of covering faults with self-deprecation, try to fix them with creativity. I'm sure there was interesting stuff going through your head and heart when you wrote this that didn't make it to the keyboard; maybe if you go back and give the strange ideas a second chance, you'll find your poetry will be something to be proud of.