She asked me to write about her,
I’m guessing anything
That would perchance
Give her a tit-bit, some insight
Of how I see her In my mind.
A dangerous request
For a presumptuous individual,
For the truth
Is not always in parallel
With expectations.
I could’ve lied
Rather easy, for poets
To couple a few lines
Leaving her romanticized.
Feelings don’t surface in mid-air
And with that, she got a blank paper
A perfectly poetic representation
To help derail my
Pre-supposed infatuation;
Nothing.
– Original-Dante ©2016
Photograph by:Â Kodi111
O.D. 