A Poet Never Sleeps

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

25 September 2014

My Mysterious Man

Newly on the hunt

You sweep me off my feet

Only to set me down

To chase someone else


You keep drawing near

Yet as soon as I lean in

Off again you go

A new breeze to catch



How I expect

Absolute devotion

From many

Yet I flit between

Only to become melancholy

When one pulls away


I think it’s time you took your step

As the ball rolls into your court

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