by Adrienne
Something's not right here…
I feel as though I'm missing
the entire point completely
and I have no idea why.
None Išll admit to, at least.
I sit and write by candlelight;
dream-laced sleep eludes me.
The notes I ought to be taking
flee before my tortured thoughts,
leaving carefully-drawn images
of dazzling, whimsical beauty
in their mystified wake.
Who am I to understand
this cheerless, lonely town?
Who am I to understand why
in such a place, I seek love?
I close my eyes and see her still–
Oh, but I've fallen so hard!
