Dear ceiling,
I've explored your
dim white ridges and valleys
For two hours now and to no avail.
I have not found the
Wisdom filled answers
Of which I seek so desperately.
I could try to
Turn off the semi blinding light that
Sits so perilously above my head
And perhaps then I will see it.
But I fear that
Without that aiding light
I might be blind to the answers.
It would be
So much easier if
you just told me what to do.
Then I would not feel
so lost and confused laying
Here so lonely and without
The one I love so desperately.
Only you can tell
What choices I should make
In regard to the one I love so fully.
Should I tell
Him I love him?
Should I tell
him I like him?
Should I continue
to say nothing at all?
These thoughts are
So exhausting on my
Mind, heart, soul, and body.
I wish to
Sleep so heavily
And forget these pressing questions.
So, I lay
Here thinking
Of his gentle smile,
His easy nature and
His sweet heart that knows not
That I love him so.
Ceiling, I
Must turn to
The right wall
For you have told me nothing.
Perhaps the
Right wall will know
The answers to my questions.
Goodnight.
YOU ARE READING
Lemons and Limes
RandomPoems that are sweet or sour. Once I reach 100 poems, I will be done with this album. Follow along in the count, read my poems to experience first hand a poet's improvement, or just read some poems for your enjoyment. As I always say, "Enjoy!"
