You are an undefined illusion
That adds to my confusion
There will be no resolution
But you cannot disguise the truth
Of your tender smile
And shining eyes
And a faraway voice
Of what could possibly go wrong?

A football game was the call
And I stood tall
A purse full of wishes
Landed in the ditches
Should have trusted my intuitions
On a Trailways bus
Mile after mile
Losing my inhibitions

The red blazer whispered in my ear
Wear me and he will notice you
His eyes flew to me like glue
What else could I do
Except to blush and say thank you
My mind is a bit askew
On how to read you

It's dark at 4:00 p.m.
So I rush to get home
To Wuthering Heights and cardigans
While winter's darkness fills my gothic soul
And seduces me to the ways of the old
There's a sense of romance when everything is covered in snow

Don't be shocked when
A scornful mock
Results in a block

Hello Poetry
I've been away
But I am back
With more musings in my head

Lights the dark
Gives off heat
And smells sweet