I see you standing outside my door.
Thinking it’s me you’re here for.
You stand there with brochure in hand.
But I’m not buying that piece of land.
Keep on walking right down the street.
It’s not time for us to meet.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I see you standing outside my door.
Thinking it’s me you’re here for.
You stand there with brochure in hand.
But I’m not buying that piece of land.
Keep on walking right down the street.
It’s not time for us to meet.
Fun rhythm and rhyme as well as a bit of intrigue in this poem!