Late in Coming

Toying with a love story


You go to yourself

And you linger like you haunt some in vain;

You intoxicate their souls with your pain …

Make all of your efforts insane.

 

And I’m certain

That the curtain’s near

With a cogni-scenti omitting a tear …

 

In case you wonder what’s wrong with me

It’s not Kees ’cause he’s ok with glamour

So like it or let be

(Here comes the French ending)

Je suis en train à devenir en amour.

© Omecronon12 2020
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Interesting, the poem has some kind of virility and restrained passion.

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