yr. 3 wk.8 bluenightangel's poem (redux)

i tried to do good, i did bad. now here's good.

(original)

You stare in bewilderment
At the bouquet of roses he sent
His letter says he awaits your reply
You feel like you really should but you'll again deny

He wanders his apartment
His weary heart is quite impatient
So he calls halfway through the night
All he gets for an answer is “Two stars out of five.”

Sounds ridiculously like goodbye

Child, are you looking for the star
He pointed at saying “There you are”
He wishes on that celestial body
He gave her in a rush of adrenaline

Instead of “I love you”
Now they're almost through

He wonders why
She didn't simply say “Goodbye”
Charily scattered hope rises again
She might have meant something different

While he turns his back on the chasm
In order to withstand approaching sarcasm
She releases her boundaries, this was no lie
Nor a riddle, really just “Two stars out of five.”

Not to devour integrity
Not to disappear in anonymity
Not to challenge his intelligence
“Two stars out of five” is all she meant.

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He wonders why Instead of “I love you”
She didn't simply say “Goodbye”.
He wanders his apartment
Until she calls halfway through the night.

Charily shattered hope rises once again
for His weary heart is waiting for a new hope to begin.

She stares out in bewilderment
She wishes on a celestial body
All she gets for an answer is
a chasm, an anonymity

You feel like you're asking for what the heavens will deny
Life is long waiting when you're "Two stars out of five.”