I know I get carried away
too easily,
and maybe it’s too early
to bring out the pen.
Words don’t come easy;
I do not use them lightly.
I only wish to write
what I can
to let you know
you inspire me so.
I don’t mean to hurry
or ask you to marry,
but girl you should see
you light a spark in me.
Somewhere
beyond this horrid nightmare
we live in,
I dream of a place
where I can see your face
free of the fear
of losing what we hold dear.
I don’t mean river parks
or fields of roses;
just a little cafe
where we can stay
till it closes.
Maybe we share stories
over some pastries,
talk about dreams
and possibilities.
Maybe it turns out
we don’t have a lot
of similarities,
or maybe we walk away
knowing we’d come back
another day.
Either way,
I long to see the day.
So, what do you say?
Stories Over Pastries
January 7, 2022
12:55 am
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