Sunday, March 18, 2007

Still feeling poetic

Alone I walked in vain,
I saw myself in a bloke.
Out he came from the train,
Oh, I pray its not a joke.

His gaze so sharp yet soft.
But a pretty boy he's not,
A face my brain had lost,
But in me, he marks a spot.

Not love at first sight I hoped.
Caught, in the mid of worldy myth,
For such thought so foolishly doped,
Not a mind for me to go with .

A virgin look, oh how inspiring,
But, the odd sense weirdly ends,
Hardly lasted, how unsurprising.
Quick as it came, same as it went.

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