by Carmen Varner
"Honey," she told me. "That's no fun.
Take a seat in the hot, hot sun."
I told her yes and went outside,
where there's no place for me to hide.
My feelings for you just won't go.
It seems that time has made them grow.
I wonder why, I wonder when,
you'll say you want me back again.
"A great day to write, isn't it?
At least life has no speed limit,"
a guy told me as he walked by.
I nodded and tried not to cry,
tears of sadness or tears of joy.
All of this is about one boy.
I told myself to stop this shame.
Nevermore will I say his name.
Lonely, lonely, alone, alone.
By now, this fact should be well known.