In Pursuit of Love

Poem: Don't talk to strangers Poetry is an art form of storytelling, and I for one enjoy a good verse with few funny lines. Read and enjoy my mishaps in a cafe. Don't talk to strangers I sit in the ccd I look around I saw this old man stare He pulled up a chair Had grey hair with a condescending stare From which he looked at me intensely I tried to remember if I knew him from somewhere

A sad little thing called love Misery and hurt, those feelings that you feel when the person you love is no longer with you. Thinking about the finish line Alone I sit here now And my heart breaks with the road that I take And I am hoping I am awake When you tell me that you are mine