A Twist

did i tell you that in all the days
of my life i have always been thinking of you?
that no matter what i do
your face always wears a smile
inside my head and that i always want
to go home early just to see you and
be with you as we eat dinner and drink
the red wine on the porch beneath
the stars that i had all the nice time holding
your hand and kissing your lips
and dancing with you
under the rain?

(i still have to tell you
tonight before the moon vanishes
into the darkness of the night

that all these are not true) .

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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