Poem of the Day

Bouts with Doubt

What am I to you?
Just a friend?
I want so much more than that.
Why do I always fall for the wrong girls?
Maybe I'm the one who's wrong.
It's been so damn long.
I can't remember what being part of a pair's like.
I'm like the Cheshire Cat with my fixed, empty grin,
I'm the one drinking all that gin.
Is it too much to ask for something mutual?
My daily bouts with doubt,
My lips ever threatening to pout.
My fragile heart,
My naive mind,
Leaving on fanciful flights
Once again,
Another sleepless night.


Tim'05