My clumsy charm

Those ladies that know me know what I mean.

I write poetry,

I talk a good game,

My thoughts are so different,

but words all the same...

my demeanor is intense,

my actions so sensitive,

I don't know where your going,

but I know the mind in which you live,

I say nice things,

and show you your value,

despite my good deeds,

Im still not all Hallow,

you fell for my wit,

and caring arms,

your but another victim,

of my clumsy charm.

 

Author's Note

Not proud of it.

Reviews

[Holly]

I like the idea of the poem but am having problems appreciating it because I keep getting hung up on the disrupted flow. Still, I kind of like it.

[Phoenix]

Wow so true. I'm glad you didn't write this a few months ago or I'd probably get sick. Still, I'm kind of wondering when you finally figured this all out. As far as the writing itself, I can't really give an unbiased opinion on it.