i
Of letters I long to write
Remain unfinished; out of fright.
Of a poem I promise to give
Too short, out of breath.
ii
I never was a poet
But words rushed in thought
I never was a loner
But can I stay that way forever?
iii
I met you that fateful night
Across the kaleidoscopic lights
Your eyes, irresistible, blinked.
Your lips, enchanting in pink.
iv
You sang a song for me
I needed it all for three
Beers and cigarette at hand
I was a prisoner inbound.
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