You, my dear,

Are a filthy pirate.

And you've stolen

My treasured heart.

And I won't have it!

You've had your share of

Fine jewels, I'm sure.

And you are skillful,

You pirate queen.

In an instant my

Senses were swash-buckled

My reason blindsided,

Peg-legged, my nerve.

Breath had since left me

Dazed and confused

Please return to me

That which is mine,

Or keep it, and keep me,

Your pirate bride.  

The same syllables in every line

Don't forget the lines that end in rhyme

Haiku, cinquians, limericks, and sonnets

Alliteration, onomatopoeia (kerplunk!),

Free verse, a cup of tea, read some poetry

Frost, Poe, and Bukowski

Keep alive this little word party

I'm afraid to be honest with you

I'm afraid to share my heart

But that's what makes me vulnerable

And that's what makes good art

So I break down these walls

And my soul breaks forth onto this paper

I will spill out on this page

The truth inside of me

And maybe you will see,

Or maybe you won't

But I will know.

The music became my nemesis

Quickly,

Like a good friend stabbing you from behind

Unexpected, but honest.

She became the object of my disgust.

For her, no longer did I lust.