The Present

This, I’m writing a poem for you, you and you.
I am not over you. I am falling for you. I am flirting with you.

Right at this moment,
I am dreaming, dreaming about you.
Finally, we are one once again.
But, it’s just a dream.
Definitely, I am not over you.

Right at this moment,
You are wearing that polo shirt,
Making me wanting you even more,
Falling for you even more,
And deeper.

Right at this moment,
You are so flirting with me,
Wanting me so badly,
Pulling me inside of you,
Playing around with your words just to get me with you.

This, I’m writing a poem about you, you and you.
I am not over you. I am falling for you. I am flirting with you.