The clock passed our Corona curfew 

And I'm still with her

On stolen time 

Trying to make our new love rhyme 

We are Bonnie and Clyde

Lovers on the hide....

In her arms for a minute

Needing to hide from all the others in it 

In my car we ride

To the beach over the bridge on the other side....

The moon was full with a pinkish tone

A cherished moment all alone

Our hearts felt what we were missing 

No lips .. only our cheeks felt the kissing 


Making love in our corona way

Until the cops came to shoo us away

Then looking forward to the next day 

When Bonnie and Clyde will seek to hide 

And take another car ride 

Over the bridge to the beach on the other side .., 



This poem is about: 
Our world


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