As tears roll down my face, I feel lost in this place.
Sad beyond all compare, knowing you were so near.
Wishing I was the perfect fit, for you, your heart a place to sit.
Knowing this is not the case, friendship I welcome and will face.
I am stronger than I appear, you will see, if you stay near.
To love is a great leap for me, but for you, I open my mind and accept reality
You truly are a rare gem, one I hope to spend time with again.
-Always know you have a dear friend to me, the words that are spoken will be kept in secrecy
This article appears in May 1-7, 2014.
you really shouldn’t have ‘place to sit’ so close to ‘face’
just trying to help out here.
aaacghhh stop with this awful poetry. write this in your journal or something. or just tell the person you like them and move on !
Just wanted to tell you, OL, that “compare” and “near” do not rhyme.
Lol Naveen–i am not the OP or a fan of JH poetry, but half-rhymes are actually way cooler than rhymes, which is what ‘near’ and ‘compare kinda are here, making them the one cool spot in OP’s poem……tho half-rhymes in poetry are not nearly as cool as poems that don’t rhyme at all, imo ;P
* sorry for getting your name wrong Naveed 😛
‘”compare” and “near” do not rhyme.’
In some parts of Ireland they do. >; ) Or maybe it’s just the folk groups I like.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oo3S1lsZ290
Sounds like a gentle traditional love ballad, no?
It’s actually written by Dominic Behan and a bit racy when you realize that “tie up me sleeve” is a euphemism for “put on a contraceptive” and “Buckle her shoe” is rhyming slang. *nudge nudge, wink wink*