(this is raw, unedited, uncut poem, a product of my daydreaming imagination in my super dry Psych class... so if you're not feeling it, deal with it or move on to another entry or web address)
You might be fine and all
(Apollo must envy you)
but that does not mean
I'll throw myself at your feet.
So you have just the right amount
of masculinity to complement
my feminine fantasies
of Prince Charming,
The most beautiful man
I've ever seen
in waking.
I refuse to let you know
you got me like that.
Continue your calculated game
and I'll keep my musings to myself.
While uncertainty lingers
I can still drift into thoughts
of kissing you again.
I fear this inhibited dance we waltz
will leave us both empty handed
and unaware of what could have been...
So step up.
(I'm sorry it sucked so much... I plan to spiff it up when I get more time... maybe in Psych class on Thursday, HA!)
1 comment:
Kiss you AGAIN?
Shawty been skimpin' on the details!
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