She makes words rhyme like days
He listens to music and hum in craze.
She writes lovely words of love day by day
He had Nirvana and Metallica sang in mid air.
Every morning she walks her way
Down the road to the cafe by the bay;
Chanting words of poetry
All glittered with the smell of the sea.
Moving her cappuccino cup from left to right
as she get passed by a bike;
Speedy, it almost brushed her take-away cup.
Brewed, tall, no sugar;
Heated croissant, plain, no ham.
The glass window breaking his rush of thoughts
His heartbeat in a gust of bolt.
Good coffee.
Perfect by the sea.
But he missed one.
She.
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Into the Deep
PoetryInspired by stories of women and love I love scenes that are tangled And wrapped in cryptic form of uncertainty. And to which, by the sea, with my pen Under the setting sun I caught myself helpless to the deep of its light. Use of these pieces (or...
