A Fan
Before the sun has set
I'll be a little old man
Before our lips had met
I would have had a plan
But love strolled by so fast
Our present
Is now my past
Catch it if you can
You see, with time, I'm just not a fan.
With you every day was warm
And i flew, but couldn't land
Heat of passion I thought was the norm
But I was burnt
When I thought I had tanned
And fate blew her away so fast
Now I'm at sea
And tied to the mast
That thief stole our joy and ran
You see, with time, I'm just not a fan.
poem by Kevin East
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