3 Faces of Unrequited Love
written into 3 "sonnets"
This is quite personal to me but by all means, please give me some feedback good or bad
You’re like a whirlpool in my head,
The debris of my life
Until I’m nothing more than flotsam floating
On a cold December sea
And just when the raging waves
Of my love for you begins to die down
The ice creeps
At night, subtly sweeping by leaving me shivering.
It’s longing. I’m scared to close my eyes,
That perfect face etched into my mind
Haunting my wakeful dreams,
And you know what the worst thing is?
You don’t love me.