I know and you know we’d be a poor pair
You’re from a world of alcohol-filled cups,
Booming music, velvet ropes, smoky air,
And hordes of men, Jonesing to feel you up
While I come from a realm of other kind:
Poem and novel ideas aplenty,
In these fantasy worlds, it’s peace I find,
There, bad moments few, silence is many.
You’d surely grow restless of seclusion
Longing for familiar, vibrant frantics;
I’d find your lands a violent intrusion,
Preferring more introverted antics.
Let these ephemeral feelings fade,
And search for partners whom we’re truly made
YOU ARE READING
Romantically Incorrect
PoesíaBorn, raised, and currently living in Detroit, Michigan, Morgan Coby is a combination of many different things around him: the gritty realities of the city where he dwells, and the wondrous idealism from the fictional worlds of stories, cartoons, an...
