(Poem written in free time, Autumn 2015)
There was a boy that I loved long ago
Who turned out to have some obscene addiction
I loved him for long after he disappeared
Because, my dear, truth is stranger than fiction
There was a lady I met on the streets
who yelled that she understood my affliction
I smiled and thanked her and went on my way
Why? Because truth is much stranger than fiction.
There was a boy who may have loved me
Whose story was messy with odd contradictions
he made passes, but soon he, too, disappeared
Because truth is always much stranger than fiction.
There's a girl for whom I'm head-over-heels
Who walks with a purpose and speaks with conviction
I'll never tell her that things are like this
Since for me, the truth is much stranger than fiction.
These are the secrets I keep under wraps
Away from man's comments and meddling and friction
Secrets to fill in my mind's frozen gaps
Because, my dear, truth is much stranger than fiction.
STAI LEGGENDO
A Compendium of Chaos
CasualeMiscellaneous poems, vignettes, short stories and summaries of events. Some are from English class, some were done outside of class. Some are true, some are fictional.
