Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Can't Get Enough

What I know about her is but topics few
not only does she write, but also reviews
short hand stories read aloud to
tech-head nerdophiles addicted to the news

Subtly revealed to me all the clues
that lead me to believe I sought the blues
Tried my best to abide my rules
that day she laced her running shoes

I've had more and less love to lose
endowing my wounds, she left a bruise
which bled quite black like spoiled fruit
and turned my attention back to the roots

Perhaps I hadn't thought it through
but, what is a conventional man to do?
the night my eyes were brave to woo
that curious guilt that she felt too

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