Feb 2020
I’m caught up in this air,
Smelling of chocolates...
And human hearts.
Now I can only think
Of the one that stole mine,
And why I gave up so soon.
Maybe things were meant to be,
And eye-to-eye’s what we truly see.
Smelling of chocolates...
And human hearts.
Now I can only think
Of the one that stole mine,
And why I gave up so soon.
Maybe things were meant to be,
And eye-to-eye’s what we truly see.
Christ... before this poem I had written 232 poems, most of which were written since I joined in the end of November. Reminds me of the RS-232 serial connection for managing a network device.
