I've been in a bit of a writer's rut lately where anything I write sounds like crap. Yeah, so here's a poem I wrote two years ago. Nuff said. Enjoy.
The one I love
Does not love me;
Together we will never be.
In silence I made a cry:
He’ll love me when
A meteor hits the sky.
I looked up and saw it true –
Across in the Heavens blue.
Was it a sign?
I’ll never know,
Yet in my heart
This secret I’ll stow.
I still have hope he’ll love me so.
Wait . . . does this sound like crap, too?
