so far today, I've been content
staring at life with little lament.
the snowy blank blanket, covering brown
fluttering, filtering out excess sound.
the grey-blue of skylight, in contrast to white,
lifting and flitting and fleeting to night.
but now, lament starting, I cling my heart in.
for lost it has been in a world filled with men.
the movies and chocolate cannot control it.
that feeling, that knowing, that lonely heart's bowing.
so now, again, I am staring at life.
the future, the past, and this present strife.
when will he come to be my heart's muse?
when will he let my heart be a-loosed?
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