Why am I always lovesick
Every year when it is May?
Like a little lilting limerick
It is difficult to sayMaybe it's the weather
Thunderstorms and lots of sun
Makes me more alone than ever
And attached to everyoneCould it be all the goodbyes
Sad thoughts of leaving friends behind?
Dripping makeup, teary eyes
That cause me heartache of some kind?In my mind my mingling malice
Makes me momentarily high
In my soul I drink a chalice
Of love potion and its lieWhen I listen to upbeat music
All I hear is sad love songs
My heart seems to confuse it
With the girl for whom I longRight now I do not know this girl
Elusive as I know she is
But my mind does little twirls
As I think of her imageI don't know when we'll meet
Maybe it will be September
All I care is that she loves me
Just as much as I long for her
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Unrequited Love for No One in Particular
PoetryI'm in love with no one, but with that emptiness comes freedom for my heart to wander along with my mind.