Little poems for little loves

Sometimes I see someone and get inspired. It could be a beautiful stranger walking past, a familiar girl who's already taken, or a woman who didn't turn out to be what she seemed. But for whatever the reason, I occasionally write little poems. I wanted to share a few I had sitting in my pocket.

The Taken Girl

She stands by me now

elegant and fair

marble white skin and ivy green hair

She does not know

the power she holds

to pull on my heart and quicken my pulse

But her love is not mine

we're not to be together

so I'll dream of a kiss that's meant for another

The Beautiful Stranger

She wears trouble like a little black dress

Her beauty, like a black hole, never lets you go.

The Ghost

I've seen your face in many a crowd

You steal my gaze whenever you're around

But who you are, I'll never know

a love so far, and yet so close.

A Great Start

An endless gray

an impossible endless gray

engulfs my life

Gone are the vibrant colors I once enjoyed

I drift along

through a tepid sea

Old Man Sorrow

is shadowing me

When I met you

the clouds parted

and sunlight filled my life.

The Ex

The mention of your name sends shivers down my spine

There was once a time when I called you mine.

A stain on my past blacker than pitch

I can't think of you without muttering

Bitch.