SheA Poem by ApparitionAbout a beautiful girl that I am so glad I met
She has four eyes
Three between the cheeks and the hairline One beneath the bred basket I wonder if her veins bear wine She's a holy roller, wouldn't look a rolly-polly over Plus she's lucky as a clover from her toes up to her shoulders She's entrancing She could make me push a boulder up a mountain while she dances on top Just because she fancies it, fancy that But she wouldn't make me do it, it opposes nature's path I would cross another ocean just to hear that women laugh I would subtract, perhaps add to find the quotient My strong suit isn't math, but I would take another class Just to understand the half of how that female makes me feel My infatuation doesn't lie in breasts or a*s Her beauty is beyond sex appeal, not to detract from physicality She's a palace full of majesty, but actually For the first time in my life, this doesn't matter to me Girl you've got me feeling trippy, real trippy, really really trippy My whig is flipped but this time I'm not slipping I am gripping to the ground and love is tickling at my brow Was this what I was missing? Or what I was waiting for? This hippy, this gypsy, this... Scratch that, impossible to label her, she doesn't exist in fable I can't predispose her angle, tangled in her web I dangle Mangled, wrangled Leaving her was painful But meeting her gave me the strength to hang in, we WILL meet again And if nothing comes of this, so be it, she took my heart and freed it.
© 2010 Apparition |
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1 Review Added on July 18, 2010 Last Updated on July 18, 2010 AuthorApparitionfive thousand two hundred and eighty away from wavesAboutI am an apparition, a ghost in the system, the host's no longer the victim, the parasite grows weary of the barely alive flesh dressed in a hardly harrowing death caressed mess, stressful doesn't trul.. more..Writing
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