Rushing to follow
Man with a black jacket, grey trousers
On an empty street
haste his walk is
Couldn't yell
How can I tarnish my dignity
Only crush Ive ever had
Tip toe running to catch up

I remember his smile
Among his friends, he was majesty
His walk was glamorous
The only time we cross paths
He inquired
'Is this the dining hall ? "
Stummering
A talent I wasn't born with nor knew of
Y..e..sss ahmm oh, definitely, dinning yea. YES
Never forgiven myself

Two years since
I see his back am sure his the one
I vow to confess today

Before lights turn red
Ran
Grabbed his hand_ excuse me
At the zebra cross he turned
A mistaken identity

Sight in disbelief
Heart in agony
Mind in recess
I thought I saw

Before scrambling with words
Stummering
Not under the sun nor the moon
As well in the darkest tunnels couldn't speak
How sorrowful it is !
Too shy, timid and nervous to speak
Only to decide
Pen and paper my friends indeed
To write all that is there
The peak of confidence
Feels like levitating
That's when I write poetry

Would endlessly write poetry
With ease and comfort
You might not miss out on any note
When I write
Profoundly immense with soul
That's the happiness of poetry
If you ever receive...

Either sad or happy
Poetry still lies in the lines of life
Like waves back and forth enjoy the shoreline
That's the smoothness of poetry
Would wish to age with poetry
To the last days of life
That's the gratitude
How poetry eases emotions

Until then shall we write
With love till the end