The Date

He awoke the beast before him, it’s heaviness gave awe


Dancingly his fingers spread, awaking the roar with such divine law


The gentleman played gentle tunes, as if serenading a bride on her honeymoon


The boy cried from the ingenious delight


But It all seemed to fade——when the clock began to reach midnight


In his jealousy, the boy sat silent


Awaiting to plan his next affair in hope of not to look like such a tyrant


For all he wanted, was the love of his own


But in his decency, he might have been brother zoned.

Image and Poem By: Yasel Avalos

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s