Watching

Spontaneous poetry about a spontaneous topic.

I feel such lack of grace
My words stumble and quake
Actions also misread
So many thoughts inside
Just not the charisma
I lack the romantic
And remain so alone
I see love as a rose
So delicate, fragile
Breakable by breezes
And withered by freezes
So I sit and observe
Love come and love escape
The longer and longer I watch
It gets more of a feat
To see through the tears.