I kissed a frog once
And hoped it’d turn to a prince
But I’m not the princess of olden tales
So it still kept its tail
I wrote a love letter to a frog once
Told him I was sorry, it wasn’t my fault
That I loved him, that’s what I thought
But my frog hopped away
And I cried for a day
Seasons swam by and…
I met another frog
Let me tell you about the frogs I’ve kissed
I fell in love with a thought
A charming smile doth my heart besot
I built a future around an ideal
I loved with all I knew was real
I knew you could love
I’d seen it
Thought it was something we could have
I’d be your muse and you’d be mine
I’d paint in stars and moonlit ink
The beauty of your soul in which I sink
You were ideal
You understood me in ways beyond man
You saw me come undone
I saw you and me as one
I loved you
But girls like me have sight issues
Blindsided
I found out your muse
On your late night thoughts
It was not me
I’m sure you’ll find love
Being who you are, how would you not
I’m sure I hate love
Feeling how I do, how would I not
I’ll close my eyes
And hope I never paint anything in the light I did you
Hope I never fall as hard as I did for you
And God can take this heart back
It and its stupid tricks
He can make it stop if he wills
I have come undone
My mind pours me a cup and I drink it.
It does something to me and suddenly It doesn’t hurt.
These are my drunken thoughts.
I’m on my knees; this is a prayer.
Weeping, crying, begging the skies
Breathing through salted mist
Oh, to be drunk like the stars
To be loved like the moon
Tearing apart every piece of me
One thing I ask;
Exempt me.
Let Corinthians remain a verse
Because it is neither patient nor kind.
It fails. It is self-seeking
If the King’s songs were true
Wouldn’t it be strong as death?
A blazing fire, unyielding?
I’m begging, stars blurred in my eyes
My breaths uneven
Hysteric
Exempt me
That the goddess of love and the god of war would plot against humanity and hand their child both gifts.
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Dear Venus,
Radiant queen of love’s embrace,
I know I’m about to sound stupid
And I dance on the edge of folly
But it’s about your little boy Cupid
The one the romans call Eros
Arrows tipped in passion’s fire.
Did you encourage him?
Be the wind beneath his wings?
For then you’d be guilty too, culpable beyond doubt
See, your mischievous child shooting arrows to test fate
Tested troubled waters;
Let fly an arrow,
an ode to love’s fervor, passion’s whispered envoy
And now, I’m in a
Moonlit serenade
Except to the music of Cupid’s bowstring
Venus, mother of love, in heavens above,
Your son struck me.
If you read my writing and my mind
You’d think I’ve met love.
You’d think I know it inside and out
That I’d recognize it in darkness blindfolded and hands behind my back.
That I would know it’s scent
And would know what seeks to pass for it.
You’d think I know love.
But love and I have never met.
Love and I don’t yet exist on the same plane
Love hasn’t heard of me
I’m a fangirl
Maybe love’ll sign my hand
Maybe love’ll greet my outstretched arm
Maybe love’ll single me out and hold me on stage.
Maybe love’ll turn to the other side and pass me by
Maybe love’ll make a fool of me
I talk of love like love told me it’s life story
Like I haven’t mistaken a farce for it’s face
Like I know love.
But love and I haven’t really met.
I’m a fangirl
Love’s fangirl.
I have a dream. One of those hopeless ones no one would believe.
There’s a blue sky and the clouds spell love.
There’s a soft breeze and some birds above
There are lions but deer don’t have to starve
It’s a beautiful world.
I have a belief. One of those crazy ones too good for life
It’s a wild take
But hear me out. Nothing is at stake
I believe my dream is my life in some reality
A reality spelled by congeniality
And a few kinds acts of charity
I believe
It’s the future I could have
When I was young
I knew it was wrong
To make someone cry
Twas a evil deed…so sly
But the years went on and I began to see
How the world I knew was a fantasy
For sometimes tears entertain
Especially if they come by pain
There are 7 deadly sins
But this world has two, maybe three
This world powered by greed and malice
And pain and abuse
It’s a bad world we live in
And the pain it normalizes
When the rain comes out to play
His fiercer friends are on the way
Lightning and thunder….They have something to say
Little human you better pray
They are a package deal
But where there’s three one is always the third wheel
Lightning knows it’s her. There is no other explanation for how lonely she feels
She feels overlooked. And that is motivation to kill
So lightning sets fire to the rain
Just enough to express her pain
Lightning. Lightning lights up the storm
The bolt takes her form
Rain catches on.
Lightning is done. So she leaves
Rain sits in a corner and pours
He can’t help but think
Lightning might be that silver lining they say every cloud has.
She sets fire to rain
I wish you’d left a mark
Identical on two of each kind
But last time pairs were in mind
You were directing the building of an ark
I wish you’d left a mark
That way I wouldn’t have to suffer
That way I wouldn’t look so far
For the one to ignite my spark
Frogs and princess
How should I tell the difference
When they have the sweetest of lies as defense
Stabs and kisses
Two but of a kind
Like me and the one I may never find
So I wish you’d left a mark
To burn my skin when it feels the other half
PMM
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