Poetry Post 133

Lost Poems
I've composed more poems than I've ever written
As I'm writing one there's two I'm forgetting
And many more inspired at an inconvenient time
And others aborted for lack of a rhyme
And every one of the millions I forget is another moment of regret
But I wait to see if they come back by yet
But the poem I write tomorrow won't be like the one I forgot yesterday
The original thought, the original muse, the original inspiration faded away

Crooked Paradox
What a crooked paradox am I
Everything I am is a contradiction or simply a lie
Leaning on rationalization to seek an alibi
Devotion and conviction fail on every try
I vow to do something to validate some self worth
But I continue to appear inconsequential to the Earth
Dirges of despair appear moments of mirth
My eternal debt is the final thought brought forth

Secure Hearts
You are the only one I want to seek out
For only with you do I feel free to speak out
But every moment apart I begin to doubt
Fearing I become someone you can just live without
I don't know if I could stand a chance
Can true friends have true romance
As far as I see I see no reason to end
Because there is no better lover than one who's already a friend
I know this cannot be infatuation
Because we were friends in the first situation
So despite my insecurity I shall not fear separation
Because as friends our romance can make reparation