Poem #2

21 4 2
                                    

Hoven was played, on the grand piano
Everybody was sitting, with their beloved partner
I prepared the ring, inside my pocket
To ensure that, I wouldn't drop it

You barged the front door, without your glasses
Bedazzling earrings, charming necklaces
You seem very beautiful in those type of dresses
Complimented by your Swarovski timetaker

Champagne or wine, why does it matter
I know I'll be, begging for another
Love is a game, don't even bother
To love someone, if she feels for another

Then I realized that, I was on the gutter
Ready to utter after my last supper
It's a dream not to wish, because it makes me suffer
But who cares anyways, i love her forever

Dinner
(18/8/19)

Poems and ThoughtsWhere stories live. Discover now