My poems

The Singer (part 2)

At the bar on McArther avenue.
Walking in the first thing I saw was you.
On stage singing your heart out.
I didn't know what the song was about.
But couldn't find myself to care.
As I cought your stare.
With our eye's locked.
I saw you were shocked.
But then you gave me this smile as you continued to sing.
And my heart raced faster then anything I was in the ring.
At the end of the night.
With my mind no longer on the fight.
And my arms around the singer.
I've never felt more like a winner.