Yo Peoples,
I spent another lunch break on my favourite beach. It always inspires me to write poetry. Though I think my inspiration comes more from the one for whom this is intended.
Well, another day, another poem,
To say what you already know.
A few more words straight from my heart,
Yet you already see what I want to show.
So why do I keep writing out my thoughts,
When I know you think them too.
Well, it helps me to focus on your face,
To somehow be closer to you.
As my hand touches pen, it touches you,
Within my hand is yours.
And my feelings are expressed as ink released,
Open myself and out it pours.
I feel you can sense when I think of you,
Of this I'm totally sure.
And I believe we connect when you think of me,
So please, think of me some more.
For I am thousands of miles away,
At least when it comes to flesh.
But in my head, this body I shed,
And fly to your welcoming kiss.
So open your heart and I'll fly right in,
And there I shall remain.
So open your arms and feel my warmth,
And I'll be with you again.
Peace and hugs,
AGENT SMITH
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