Misconception

Misconception

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt


I enter the room and the energy rises.

There are whispers, sighs and wide eyed wonder.

No one can tell what I am going to do next.

Will I dance and throw my weight around?

Will I quietly retreat to the background?

Will I have too much to drink and cry all night?

You shall see.



People think I am all bark and no bite.

My teeth are sharp so I hope that is true.

This night will be one you can not have forseen

The only question is if all will end well.

Hearts and vases may get broken.

Put your shoes on to avoid the glass and sadness.

We are in for quite the ride.



I dazzle you with my stories and my perfumed body.

I exude radiance and you can't believe you were afraid
of me.

Sometimes your first thoughts are not on point.

You silently ask for my forgiveness and my passion.

Now the question is do I accept your apology and your
advances

Do I take you for the ride of your life?

I don't think so.



You were only half wrong about me.

I am not crazy, I just know what I want from you.

It takes more than fancy wine and a kiss on my neck to
get to me.

I assure you I am not those other women with low self
esteem and no tan lines

I laugh and sweep away into the music and the smoke.

Is it over between us on this most fateful night of
booze and assumption

I should say so.

© 2008 Sarah McKeever Hitt


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I prime example of "You dont really know me!" this was beautiful written. There is also a sense of wholeness that the writer is trying to potray. "I'm more than just a pretty face." This makes me want to read more of your work. Looking forward to it.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Sarah McKeever Hitt
Sarah McKeever Hitt

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