Poem: Guns, Church & Drumming
Here’s what i wrote during one of my class, written under an hour. Its a fictional love encounter between my classmates. An asexual churchboy whose interest are guns and drumming, who fell in love for the first time.
Guns, Church and Drumming
I wish to compliment your hair hanging,
though it hangs much shorter now,
I wonder whats keeping us asunder,
maybe its our fate as two star-crossed plovers,
fixed at the opposite end of the room,
for in your presence I am but a broom,
Right now I’m yearning for you, guns, church and drumming.
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