Thoughts of a Lonely Soul

what if i took this asterix portion,
would the goul in me out come,
and what if it came,
would these my shaky knees hold?
and what if to hold they could,
and i to her pose conquered position went,
would my mouth a word utter,
or would it bubble in a drowning mans' screams?
would i be in gritting teeth,
or in flesh that a cloud of sweat be?
and say none of that a happening did,
all a butter glide,
would she frown or a jerk brand i?
would she from my weather beaten,
toe parading,
shark turned shoes a glance escalate,
to my had-tried unkempt hair,
in pissed up judgemental a thoughts?
or would she of pity be?
would she a chit back chat,
or would anger reign?
oh!
would she say in all-went-well moments,
days later this my ragged face any familiriaty bring?
or in assumption hanging left?
what if in all ways tried,
and never in a single sunset,
a reason to hate gave,
would i her list of friends into make?
and say more than a friend became,
to dinners ate in marvin gaye melodies,
and stars watched from a neighbours roof,
would it a more than a calendar last,
or would it a NO be?
wars of class faught?

if i did try would she?
thoughts of a lonely soul never answered,
always a dreamer ...


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