A girl called Lisa

Lisa let’s you come to her place near the airport
and you watch warplanes
disappearing into the blue sky
while you wait for her to open.

She treats you like her boyfriend,
soul mate and brother
and you know that she’s a little mad
and she smiles with tears in her eyes,
shares whiskey, plays pool, dance
and tells about the things
that makes her happy and she trust you
and you leave a gift of money

and before you know it, her lips burn on yours
and you make to love her, as if it’s destined to be.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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