A Poetic Friend


Do not read lines of love
That I inherited to girls,
Deceived by deep caverns
Of a disbelieving heart,
And you might have
Foreseen my intentions,
An unrivalled immense
Feelings for a short time,
Only then have you heard
To never trust romance,
Or maybe misheard a tale
About the shimmering star,
Nights of vivid stories
Merged with silent cries,
And captivating poems
Heard with distant eyes,
For you and I have many
Things in common,
Commonly things that we
Have purposely ignored,
Bored even when the
Night was ever-so young,
And we sit down and
We wait for our moment,
A symbolic act that blooms
Into cherry blossom trees,
A poet to be able to say
Many things in short lines,
Summer shines the sun
Through the clouds,
Removing clouds of doubt
Cleaving a diamond,
Its glorious figure sparkling
Chosen out of a bookshelf,
A scene so surreal that we
Become poetic friends,
Your simple complexity and
My complex simplicity,
We fast forward to our dreams
And rewind our memories back.
Saturday, 09thof May 2015
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