The low low hanging lights
I held sky shots
I saw her walk,
My sight froze.
Her dark black hair
Her deep deep eyes,
The dress she wore
Oh! People it was a blur
My heart was stolen,
Stolen by her.

When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.