And so the poetry turns to me as the poetic dance of poems gone passed keeps on longer than expected to last.
A different time a different world
My thoughts and desires would be heard
A simple smile, a little smirk
To make this happen I'd put in work
Face to face, your eyes look into mine
My emotions stir up to the highest of highs
Eyelids close, yearning to lean in for a kiss
Senses quickly come to me, I must abort and quit
My daydream of bliss will certainly have to be missed
Cus in this time and world
That situation cannot exist
These words are not met for trouble, I'm not naïve
Just wanted to release some creative energy
So, hope you enjoyed and had some fun
Cus here and now this poem is done
Regards,
Mitchell J