As Yet Untitled 1002

by H.L. Nichols

Your word flows

Makes me and moves me 

To a place seldomly seen

As I sat last night

Enjoying the crooning of Francis Albert Sinatra

Tripping about John Gotti keeping it Gangsta

Real because you remain on my mental

And things that seemed so simple then

Like stealing your heart

Simply aren't so simple anymore

Because mine can be torn apart

So I think of life in fragmented

Verses that are cursed to the name  

Where remembering segments expose open sores

That should have rotted long ago to the core

But something about you buoys then saves me

So I keep coming back for more

Something about you sustains me

Like oceans feed rivers 

Spill into my empty spaces

As you came upon me my heart rapidly races

I can become deeply enamored with your face

And love I no longer have to chase

Because we can have something that's cement

Teena Marie would call it kismet

As Yet Untitled 1002 by H.L. Nichols

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