By Arcassin Burnham

In the beginning of December,
Midnight of the first,
The clock struck 12,
I was in need for my thirst,
To Drank from her emotions,
Past feelings of a friend,
Hair hanging down,
Like the stream that never ends,

Put me in your prayers,

....pray,
..pray,

I never lost my respect for you,
You would have been,
Not only looking back in rearviews,
By lost in beautiful haikus,
I would be dead too,
But I'd die for you,
As long as you know the clock strikes 12,
Meet me at one playing kiss or tell.