Story Of My Life

Story Of My Life prose poem

Photo by Rob Gallop

A dinner
A movie show
A trip to the zoo
None of these
Are as fine as
A day spent thinking about you

I had a heart and that is true
But now it’s gone from me to u
When I see you, my face go red
When you look at me, I can’t even take a step ahead

I wake up in the middle of night
And think about you
If that’s what love is
I think I am in love with U

I know this may sound a bit funny
coz never did I say any
But believe me it’s not so easy
To be alongside, yet so far from you.

My friends look at me like I’m crazy
They think the person talking to them is a little hazy.

I don’t know why
But we’ll have to say goodbye
We are just like the two parallel lines
which never join

It’s not the kind of ending
I wanted to see
Now I’ll leave you forever
And I know you won’t stop me.

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