“The kick inside is the line that finally gets to you.” – Elton John
Stop thinking poetess.
Her eyes widened quick.
Mouth dropped, yes.
React this hour to music.
Looking at his face,
She wanted to touch-
The rain and space…
Was he the one she loved much?
Working the mind is stress.
Off the hook, last half hour-
The musical eyes possess-
Woman and Man, power.
The passing taxi cab
Beeps, out he goes shaking.
On the streets of garbage and gab,
She is sick and tired of faking.
Get to the mirror.
I must confess this time.
The next level is clearer.
Roll out with rhyme.
Track number two still fresh.
She gets lonely and he-
Cries tears filled of the flesh.
There she is a must-see.
The center of confusion, he adores-
Her stepping closer to her dreams…
Their heads pound and ears ring of wars.
Kept recalling the rustle of screams…
The journey begins in their heads…
They inched deeper in separate beds.
Slightly under silky soft sheets,
She throws her heart on city streets…
Taking a deep breath, he was unable to find-
A golden lock, for he never loved her mind…
Rubbing his hands over his eyes,
He formed the memory of porcelain
Skin and a sad sweet kiss of goodbyes
He was remembering where he’d been;
Suddenly, he realized what she said…
He moved his lips with dread
In a strange game of cat and mouse,
He asked her to be his spouse…
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