street fight
The only I waited for her to be one with me Separation between us was ‘he’ He was an idiot although smart and bright I challenged him to fight or flight The fight ensued, he was no weakling Whatever the result, the fight was to be thrilling The crowds cheered, some booed us thru The cops came and placed their bets too The odds were stacked against me four to one At this point he took out his gun Then shocked and stunned I fell to the ground Some smiled and left, some stayed and frowned Then I realized he had the brains of a goat I was lying there hapless as the captain of a sinking boat He assumed me to be scared and intimidated But my courage was just a façade I was frightened to the core But I wouldn’t let him make her his whore Butting on a brave face was never so hard My hands were trembling so was my back The raging sense of pain flaming inside The fire of passion burning bright His eyes were glowing embers, the gun shone in his hand All I could think was how to ask for her hand T