Dear You,
You're in a diner.
You chat with friends,
spot a girl across
the restaurant.
She's cute,
and alone.
So you take a napkin
and a pen.
Write down
a seven digit code,
a code to you.
Because you just fell.
So you slip her the napkin
with a small wink
on your way out.
Then, you watch her
from outside.
You see her smile,
maybe she's chuckling
a bit.
But you watch her
as she crumbles the napkin
and throws it on the stack
of dirty plates at her table.
That's when you know
that you are flawed.
Just like your napkin plan.
Sometimes things break.
A small hole in a plan
can cause your
Entire World
to slip away.
YOU ARE READING
Where Are My Words?
PoetryMy new poems because my last ones sucked. I went to a slam and was introduced to so many great writers, thought I should start again.
