Before we met

Abandon all hope
You say
Nail it to the gate for the met online
I'll obey, Ms. Dante
But what I cannot help
Is to hopelessly wait
For the look in your eyes
When the me meets the image of mine
Inside your mind
And whether the shirt can help
Or these words, written on a bus

You tell me not to expect
Ms. Dante
That is only right
Because I dubbed you already in my mind
The Unexpected

Sapphire ►

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Paul Sayer

Tue 19th May 2020 11:08

Looking forward to reading more of your musings

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Paul Sayer

Tue 19th May 2020 11:08

What a great poem this is.

Well crafted
Po

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