It all starts with a pen.
Perhaps a line and then
Scribble round and about
Of course with some doubt
That you will like them,
Then after wards: "Yay! A poem!"
But if you think its like your 'femme'
Which is more impossible than a gem
I beg you just don't shout
Like an extremist devout...
Besides, if you think again,
It all starts with a pen

For you are my candy,
For you are my star,
For you make things "dandy"
Even if things don't get far

For you are my "sweetest thing"
For only you make me weak
For only you make me sing
"Lines of pure white" week after week

For only you make me smile
For you are always the only exception
For I made myself an exile
I wonder if you were a deception

Let me say I'm sorry
If you think this is weird
I just want you to tell you my story...
Even if after wards I may get seared

Now you may think I'm crazy
Now I think that you know
That my mind is growing hazy
So let me say something before I go:

Night time you smile at me
Infatuate me when you speak
Kindle thoughts here and there
Keeping me so weak
Indeed you amaze me, Nikki

I don't ask you to keep this
I don't mind if you give this back
But it will always be you who'll I miss
It's always you that keeps me intact

Once again I apologize
And also I shall rant:
"Finally, I can let go of my sighs
Without a single pant"

And do not be afraid to leave
Do not be afraid to reject
For I want you to conceive
that: This glorious poet shall always resurrect

So I've made my piece;
Now I will say this is not for me
Now this feeling shall never cease
Because this is for you, Nikki

Oh September, September
Lovely day today aye?
As I remember...
It's today! Happy birthday!

But, year after year
I've never called anyone dear;
Year after year,
no comes near
Each year is dry,
Not one tear to cry
And; I wonder why...
Will it be this way 'till I die?

Ah September, September
Give me a smile
One that would last for a while
Ah September, Please let me remember,
that nineteenth day,
that I did my way.
Oh it's September: happy birthday!
At least for today...

The stage, the spotlight;
What a spectacle
An applause in the night:
A perfect evening;
What can I say?
I can do this everyday,
Even after I age;
I want to be on... Center stage

Finally, the night, the dream
Tears start running down
Then a solemn scream;
Lingering through the night.
Don't ask me why
For I too may cry:
"After the curtain will fall:
There it is... My curtain call"

But even so after I age,
Or even after the curtain will fall
I will still be on... Center Stage!
Never taking my curtain call

Around goes the clock:
Tick-tock tick-tock. It's so slow.
I wish it would stop.

To all those who lied:
*******! Yet how ironic,
I'm a liar too.

I think I miss her.
Maybe, just maybe I do
And then I shuddered.