Oh Dragonfly! Dragonfly! Bug of such noble heritage!

Little Spider on the ceiling, dreaming dreams of flies

How do i tell my sweet sweet lover that she scares me with her sighs?

Little Bird on my windowpane, singing songs of love,

how do i tell my mother that her tears drown me in a flood?

Oh Dragonfly! Dragonfly! Bug of such noble heritage!

How do i tell my friends that i care not for their homage?

As i sit alone, in this room i neither posses nor borrow,

these thoughts ring through my head, oh how so hollow,

As i dream of a kingdom of love,

the birds send me white rain from above,

At the end of the day i still have my smile,

filled with so much joy, and pain, and guile.

 

Reviews

[Alexander Fox]

Wow, that poem really didnt flow at all. Revision!!!!

[Phoenix]

It started out cute and happy, but then became kind of serious and depressed...some of the rhyming seemed a little forced towards the end. Other than that it seemed pretty sincere, not bad :)