And like I was saying
This broad comes up to me
And says haven’t I seen
You before somewhere? (But
She isn’t listening,
The guy’s eyes are a deep
Blue and the way he speaks
That New York way and that
Face is enough to make
Her swoon) and I said I
Don’t think so (and the way
His hair is brushed, the glint
In the blue pools of his
Eyes) but she was certain
She knew me, but they all
Say that just to get you
To buy them a drink (and
The hands and fingers and
How they could embrace) so
I said sorry lady
I don’t know you (and when
He looks like that she could
Almost lean over and
Kiss his mouth) and moved to
Another bar (she knew
Him well of course, at least
For the length of a meal)
And there babe I met you.
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I really enjoyed this piece...do you make these poems up completely? or did you just happen to see a couple having a discussion and just came up with a conversation like this. or was this a convo between you and a lady
How do you come up with this stuff?...lol. I tend to write about my life and or things that I have witnessed between others.
I just wanted to know what drives you and how you come up with great poems. I always wondered how others come up with their writes.
and thanks for taking the time to read some of my pieces
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Thank you Catie.
Pure creation mostly. Where it comes from I have no idea, my Muse isn't telling.
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