I’ve never had anyone look at me the way they look at her
Although I am fully grown I must be an amateur
I wonder when they look at me I appear to be a blur
Similar to a black hole, is there nothing to observe?
Many times I have been told I’m just not what they prefer
But why do they always get to decide what is that I deserve?
I applied to move to Mars, I hope they put in my transfer…
© Delia Ross. 2019
All my plans haven’t gone away
They’ve really just been delayed
People they fret I can’t explain
They all just sort of strayed
It’s not my style to beg or plead
I sometimes require aid
They all want something from me
I have nothing for trade
Many years spent on this journey
Every direction came a grenade
You tell a different story
That isn’t the life that you portrayed
Why do you get all the glory
While I’m prisoner in this stockade
No need for you to hurry
My heart rotted and decayed
© Delia Ross. 2019
Love is-
Leading them to an empty well
Deserting us someplace in hell
Love is-
Building them up before they fall
You never loved any ever at all
Love is-
Demanding devotion eternal to you
Lying no matter what you have to do
Love is-
Tainting everything you touch
I really never loved you much
© Delia Ross. 2019
Both of us lost what neither could win
Choosing to struggle over complying
But I guess you know best, why else were you spying
Maybe after her you simply gave up ever trying
Some may live close but they aren’t as gratifying
The effects won’t last long, about as quick as when you’re flying
You know I’m always right, there’s never need for clarifying
In these words I fight because you’re so electrifying
I need for you tonight to realize that I’m dying
To die never loved it sounds so very terrifying
I’m leaving this for you it’s why I’m always writing
You already live a beautiful life, it’s why I’m never prying
It’s a bit unfair, I’m invisible, you’ll never catch me crying
© Delia Ross. 2019
Falling, falling, falling again
Into another vortex I spin
Down, down, down I’ve been
So far below there’s no light within
The pressure it builds & rattles my skin
It’s like a daily battle I’m in
The system is built for it to win
Remember the enemy is in sheepskin
© Delia Ross. 2019
Seek me, see me not
500 meter target, take your shot
Get your line set up, don’t get caught
Better hope it’s worth what you thought
Here I am, in your sight
Too much rain, may cause blight
You want a lick then take a bite
Practice wounding hearts like a ceremonial rite
© Delia Ross. 2019
Drinking down the bottle
2 more shots should hide my mistakes
His heart is like a fossil
And I doubt it ever aches
Picking up the throttle
Will drink as long as it takes
This pain it feels so awful
I’d like to be one he appreciates
© Delia Ross. 2019
I say goodbye for him
I climb mountains with a broken limb
Battered down and wounded still I can feel
Do all I can to fully disappear
I’ve got him on my mind all the time still
And he’ll never know I was even here –
Attending to his garden
Watching his heart harden
Wishing I were less of a burden
If only he’d grant me a pardon
Please speak to the warden
But he hates me I am certain
© Delia Ross. 2019
His love is like Russian Roulette
For all he’s had and still not found love yet
Under his reign I had many debts
The lost and wounded are his favorite pet’s
Losing you won’t give him any regrets
He’s already forgotten you I bet
His love was like Russian Roulette
It doesn’t matter if they are blond or brunette
He’s not interested in her silhouette
Once he’s hooked you he’ll enjoy a cigarette
Making them cry is his largest asset
The only way to go no contact is to move to Tibet
© Delia Ross. 2019
The shore rises
And as our dreams do
Hopes are washed away inside us
Awards instead of gifts as prizes
Pills wrapped in silk disguises
With this wave a bit of residue
Likely he’ll never get your point of view
I’m sorry if I ever troubled you
Give love a chance the universe advices
We won’t need anymore of those disguises
Which road leads to your avenue
© Delia Ross. 2019
Is there a special niche needed to get through to you?
How much time should one have to pursue?
You threw down the gauntlets and then you withdrew
You said you’d be back but it’s clear that we’re through
I could wait long hours and it’s something you knew
Feeling something real has been long overdue
Longer are the days and the distance accure
I’ll be around if you need someone to talk to
There’s nothing in the world with a better view
I love the hours past all of the curfews
I bet his kisses taste like honey dew
This is why patience is a virtue –
I hope he puts me somewhere in his queue!
© Delia Ross. 2019
