We asked them to and fro.
Endless amounts of them.
Are they good one's.
Really hope it doesn't poke any bad
memories.
Empty jars filled with good answers.
Going to ask a good one.
On and on through the night through those
small metal boxes we spoke.
Never ending.
Not a single ending up bad.
A positive relationship strengthened.
Gets stronger and stronger.
Empty jars no more.
To the next question.
Another turn, another good question.
Never hit a bad note on this piano.
Although it was fun.
Certain the morning will come.
End comes near and we stop.
Instant joy overwhelms.
Neither a byproduct or a side effect.
Our joy in love is a gift from God.
Until the strike of twelve my fidanzata.
Remember the night of questioning.
Doomed to the punch line still.
Even though, I still want to enjoy this.
Concealed it is to most for now.
Knowing that we'll wait a while to tell.
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The locker letter
PoetryHave you ever liked someone that you knew you two had so much in common. But they might shoot you down. You have to have the confidence to not care in that moment about the answer. Just go ask the question. And if it's yes. Then just do the right...
