Ponytails & Parades Poem by Twisted Moon

You really are just better than me,
You're everything that I want to be,
Flowing through life so poetically,
A Mirror of Daimonds for all to see,
I gaze at you pathetically.

To be like you I'd have to try,
I'd have to run, I'd have to fly,
From this coffin, I would have to be risen,
I'd have to escape from my own prison,
I'd have to let go of my mind.

And when I read your poetry,
And the words you write so effortlessly,
I almost drown in jealousy,
Your poems are the way I want mine to be,
So honest, so passionate, so clear, so free.

If I listen closely I almost hear it,
The roaming and rhythm of your free spirit,
Nothing is perfect but you are so da*n near it,
And the thought it haunts me, how dearly I fear it,
I want to erase it, from my mind I must clear it.

You deserve so much better than me,
And you are blind now but you'll someday see,
And the sooner that happens the better off you'll be,
You'll bark up a giving tree,
And you won't take one look back at me.

And in the end, you'll be happy and I'll be happy for you.