Englantine

Under past lovers carvings,
I scratch a poem for the lonely:

'Lovebirds kiss in a honeysuckle tree,
But my wings are broken,
I'm left stranded in the branches
Of a white oleander.'

 -2010 

Stranger To Love

Is it a silver locket that I will wear around my neck,
Or writing his name on a piece of paper next to mine?
Will I get butterflies at the sound of his name,
And will it feel something like magic?


They say when your in love you know.
But no, I don't.
He is a stranger to me.

-2010