A Poet Never Sleeps

One day you will be faced with the impossible. When you become afraid, become inspired.

11 November 2013

The thought makes me smile

You are the voice inside my head

A lift of your brow melts my heart

The memory of shared magic

Sparks verbal intercourse in my hands


He is my first love

So effortless

Then there is he

A casual flirting star


I crave his smile

And our wits interlock

Yet I am inferior

And this fuels my passions


The former is cool in person

Yet warmly familiar in private

The later will acknowledge me

Yet makes no motion to move


To cling to the past


To lust for a new reward

Petty and cruel


Easier to fall back

The thought makes me smile

An upward climb to the future


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