Sunday, January 29, 2017

Villanelle Amy

I want to throw my love at you
It's in my hands, I hold some flowers
Alone I'm angry, alone I'm blue

You sit alone, viewing houses few
The wind in your hair, with all its powers
I want to throw my love at you

For when I am alone, all the glue
(That holds my heart together) weakens by the hour
Alone I'm angry, alone I'm blue

Away from me, that's how you grew
The taste of life alone is sour
I want to throw my love at you

Once, I sat with you, as the golden grass blew
But now, I am alone atop a high tower
Alone I'm angry, alone I'm blue

I have such feelings that I wish you knew
This passion, inside me, it devours
I want to throw my love at you

Alone I'm angry, alone I'm blue



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