Kait

She’s so tiny

So sweet

Yet, still feisty

She’s pulled a heist on me

And stole my soul

And that’s not something someone can just borrow

And give back tomorrow

No, that’s something she’ll have to keep hostage for awhile 

And until then

Until the gruesome end 

I’ll do whatever she wants

I’ll talk the walk

And walk the talk

I’ll leave my life behind

So she can have a spot in my mind

I’ll call up my boy, Albert

And freeze time

Just so I can pause life at the moment

When she shines 

She can have it all

I’m not much, really

Just a silly lad

With a pen and a pad

Writing love letters to a girl

Who lives across the world.

(God dammit, Babe, this was supposed to be an erotic poem for you! Hold on, I’ll try again.)

-CH 9/11/25