1 Poem

I remember it vividly,

the day when i first saw you;

in your pair of bright neon green shoes

Your invitation kept me wild

as i walked across the mid court line

No referee, no rules

i stepped up to you

I found you on Snapchat,

what a wonderful tool

who could have known

it made me a fool

You are like butter

I am the bread

the simplest match

yet too perfect

We talked and talked

with a couple of fights

from what you thought,

i have plenty of lights

And as time passes,

the mould will grow

All i am left with

is the knife you used

I wished for time

and dreamt of you

but as dew comes

i lost touch of you

The clear mid court line

drew by you

to get me out,

of the game you rule

We are on each end

with your bright neon red shoes

and this was a friendly match

which i admit that i lose