Lesbian Poetry

Sweet Rancor

The girl I love belongs to no one,
Her gaze is aiming to the stars above ;
I am nothing but an ordinary worm,
Creeping along with so many others on the floor.

The girl I love listens to no one,
Her head is filled with hopes for a brighter love ;
I could never provoke such a storm,
Be the knight in shining armour knocking at her door.

The girl I love will stay alone ;
On her way, naïve lovers, she will bruise and shove ;
Frozen by her coldness her heart will no longer perform
The insane comedy she has always lived for.