Friday, November 12, 2010

there it goes

a prick from my upper left chest
a quick glance
perceived to be
the heart's chance
to finally see
myself with you
in a date
as if it was fated
but its long overdue
way too long for my heart to wait
and ask the same question again
‘til when?
but here you are again
passing me a ticket
a lottery
that keeps me wide awake
at night
a feigned delight
but for what?
hating that smile
that make me run, a thousand mile
another round on a maze
i thought it's over: gone
now, another puzzle: undone
in that piercing stare
you really know the way
how to pierce
a gay's heart

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