Black on black,
leather in eighty degrees,
sunglasses to cover his eyes,
makes a body question,
what's he hiding from?
Closed off from the world,
new identity,
doesn't comply to the rules,
makes a person wonder,
what's he been through?
Has no friends,
doesn't need any,
no remnants of a past,
takes a moment to realize,
Who was he?
Leader never follower,
Tells another lie,
Doesn't look away from me,
makes me wonder,
Have I been caught?
He'll stare and watch,
knowing that I've noticed him,
take a step closer,
makes me scared,
will he tell me the truth?
Tells me a story,
elaborate and adventurous,
let's me into his soul,
makes me feel like,
maybe I'm falling in love?
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How We Were
ПоэзияThis is poetry of past experiences. This is poetry of what I have seen. There are no main characters. These poems may relate but are not thoroughly connected as one. Each one is about someone or something else. Interpret these poems as you will. I j...
