Sunday, November 9, 2008

poem twenty-one

boy, am i unobservant
i'm still in disbelief

those stolen glances
meant romances?

was i unobservant or WHAT?

how we'd spend the night
watching black and white

those slight scoots closer
boy, i know, sir

was i unobservant or WHAT?

and how he stole a kiss
i'll remember this

that happy smile
exactly his style

was i unobservant or WHAT?

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