Plastic AttractionA Poem by Cobblestone TravelerThe frustration of the body's impulses of surface-level appeal. This was inspired by an annoyingly gorgeous co-worker. Ha.I hope you don't notice the flush in my cheeks or rush in my speech I hope you can't hear my timid heart pound it's growing in sound Who gave you the right to be so beautiful? What deal did you strike with Aphrodite? My attraction ends with the closing door But I freeze when you walk right by me Required to see you to finish my task I leave you for last I loathe the allure of your eyes and your hair For it all stops there Who gave you the formula for perfection? It only confuses the frail and austere The soul demands substance beyond flawless skin Yet static intrudes the moment you are near © 2016 Cobblestone TravelerFeatured Review
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4 Reviews Added on June 17, 2016 Last Updated on June 17, 2016 Tags: attraction, frustration, beauty, superficial, impulse, fake, surface Author
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