this has always been my favorite poem

They look down on me with disdain,
They think me unable to love.
But mine for you will never wane,
As does the moon above;
I've got to escape despair
Caus'd by my longing for thee
And my feelings still to bare.
But why can't it be?

Thy sweet smile can't be forgotten
Nor can thy loyal looking eyes.
By my tears the ground's now sodden
And there my pride now lies;
Here I stand in full disgrace
Waiting for you to free me
By a warmhearted embrace.
But why can't it be?


I forgot who wrote it, I found it randomly on poetry.com back in sixth grade. I searched for the poems I entered in there back then, and they're gone. I thought they stayed there forever. I'm really sad about it, they weren't very good, but it would have been nice to read them again.

dear ashley,
i've noticed the small ounces of happiness that fills you from day to day, little things, that i know you care about most, but by night you're still running on empty. in a way it feels worse living like this; nothing seems to last.
please, find someone to make you happy again. being the source of your own happiness hasn't been working. it's hard to do when your soul is convinced that it's broken.
sincerely,
yourself

over and over

i feel a little heartbroken, everyday.... over all these little things.
no i don't just mean boys and not just romantically- i guess, if you want to call it... all kinds of people and heartbroken for all kinds of reasons. that's all you'll get out of me. i can't talk about it. i feel so bothersome talking about how i'm feeling... is that silly? i think so, but what do i know about this shit?