Best for you, worst for me,
I couldn't make you sing,
gathering perspective
like losing everything.
I used to walk around
a queen amongst my fans--
now, I pause and stumble
forgetting my balance.
Takes substantial gumption
to muster up the strength
as there's always something
to barricade the path.
It's my journey alone.
In the end, only one
will attest, will atone
if it turns out I'm wrong.
Wrong? My heart, it dances,
I pine to sing with thee.
You eschew advances--
best for you, worst for me.
Written for my occasional music prompt at Real Toads, where today the song is "Blue" by The Jayhawks. Click over and be inspired!
