*** If you want to read a serious poem then stop...
I seem to have a small bladder...

If I was to spot you,
In a crowd or any place...

You stand there looking in my eyes,
and I all I would see is a gleam...

Can you hear that sound?
The one that makes me shake...

This love is forbidden by every law and rule,
frowned upon by everyone, I would be such a fool...

Goodness, your so gorgeous,
I don’t even know you all that well...

Don’t be shy,
to wipe your eyes on my sleeve...

I held my little cousin tightly in my hands,
I felt his heart beat...

Look at my skin,
So ugly, cut up, sore and full of distaste...

Death…then what?
How do we know...

Upon the beach sit a covering,
A covering of tiny grains...

Outstretched fingers before you,
Like so many times before...