Tuesday Sparks

Just something I put together years ago. Kind of a random thought.

I met a girl on Tuesday
Her style was something past Wensday
But her eyes could tell a story
Never did I expect to see
Belief in love/like visual basic poetry
Trying to understand love and it's
Fore scorned poker hand of will
Tell me what good is a nightmare
Afraid of the darkness in the light
Of truth and love who can say they are knowledged
Like the priest of some forgotten temple
Points in the mind of your self
Esteem can be found in your neighbors
Querky comments to find ease
In conversation who can find blind truth and faith in love
With the girl I met Tuesday who know's
What is waiting for us at the end of next week.