SchuylerAlexander

Waking up that morning, A shallow sunrise still Burns into my face. An ache, a twinge, Thoughts of loneliness, Put me in my place. An exercise of realizing What it meant last night To be ever so free. Meshing and melding my mind In a ball of emotions, Oh how it turned me to glee. Alas, being over and moving on Is the only choice I now have to take. Uttermost cautions me, Lest they find out The past I must fake. Climbing into the vehicle That will carry me forward, I remember you. You, who invoked feelings, Swirling dreams, emotions That to me were so new. I weep to myself at That very moment as I realize what I've lo

Disappears and returns again, Spectral fleeting glances, Of the one we call The Beauty, Grace and desire dances, Her glowing aura entraps me, Thrown into the durance of my inamorato, I seem entranced, filled with zeal, The Beauty, in my life, is my Cato, Restorations abound as, The gorgeous flower brings about reflection, Of simpler times, of being joyous, Even by just her voice, inflection, I listen to the smallest whim, Just by the sign of her trill, I can tell what The Beauty is about, Doubtful I am to ever have my fill, As I live I learn of The Beauty more, She seems instilled to be an ever last, I could survive on it, j

I write this now      In pain For her, she deserves Everything good, and Nothing born of negativity It hurts me to say,      To see How mistreated is she No, she deserves better. I promise this now      In light Of all her hurt, she Needs more, and I will give her it all It is shocking to see,      To hear Her pain is so near No, she needs better. I say this now      For her I can tell her love, yes Return it in kind, and Love her that much more Beauty is her all over