Sunday, September 20, 2009

DREAM GIRL

Walking so chicly,


ever so discreetly


you must make the men go wild.


I walk past you


and you stand like a statue


staring me straight into my eyes.


I ignore the stare


and look up in mid air


acting as if I didn't care.


Doing this made me


feel like a fool


who was trying to act cool.


I didn’t even get a chance to say “Hi”


for I was shy.




I detect a connection


but sense much rejection.


Hopefully the next time


we see each other


You and I will talk to one another.

3 comments:

  1. Although I disapprove of poetry that rhymes, this one was great.

    +3

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  2. well lookey here. you are a poet and didn't even know it Guy

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  3. i agree with ashley. that was pretty good. but mike said no rhymes!!! jkjk

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