Poetry...After Dark

 
What kind of hold do you have on me woman?
There are nights when you’re all over my mind
I feel a lil’ thrill when I spill with this kind of quill I just
I just don’t know
I don’t know
I guess I need keep digging this mine
Searching for mine

I’ve been through this door before
(Un momentito por favor)
Playing audio on the scenario as I go on to the next line
I’m not sure
I’d say be kind and rewind
But nobody uses any tape anymore
Been searching for mine

No rhyme or pun intended
But I think it’s kind of splendid
When my questions are open ended
Yet it’s not the answer I was looking for
So I guess I’ll just dig some more
Just a little…    
…more

Here I am again, composing poems but I won’t hit send
I’ll pen a verse until my head goes dim
I don’t know how long
How long
How long I’m in this state of mine
Writing poetry after dark
Trying to make some word art
As I go into the late hours of the night
Searching for my mind
For mine