You sit, reading poems that are shoddily put together by someone else
I lie to you that they are fabulous and forward them to you
You look at me as you read them out, making disgusted faces
I relish this torment that I Inflict on you, pranking you
You exhale in annoyed breaths yell expletives at me
I send you a newer verse, this time written by me, made for you
You smile suddenly and come over to give me a hug
I see the evening has passed by in this prank, it's night
I sing an old song from my memory as we smoke a cigarette
You exclaim stating you rather spend time like this
I brew a coffee and blend it with rum, serve it
We sip it once it turns cold, the stars are beautiful
Like you they envelop me, surround me in gentle wonder
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