National Poetry Month 8/30

4.8.30

I want to write you sonnets
alas my love isn't that profound
I want to sing you ballads
alas my lungs are short of air
I want to give you every thing
alas my pockets are full of lint
I want to show you my scars
alas I've forgotten where to find them
I want to give you myself to you
alas I lost her along the way