By INK THISISNTMYREALNAME
Published: February 1, 2010
she comes in close
pauses like this
mid-joke, by your face
breath slows, the kiss
doesn't happen
as she sets it back
now you're thinking
what's she thinkin'?
when she does things
those things like that
_
that night she came up
to my room, on my bed
but I knew what it was
why it was that she was
she didn't expect the quiet hall
the vacant floor, life dead
she needed a buffer, anyone
I was found and well, I'm one
this didn't happen 'cause of a crush
we're nowhere near any form of love
are we getting closer?
my room mate's asleep
is she getting closer?
she's leaning on me
I just felt like heading out
I'll do anything to just get out
she doesn't want to see her boyfriend
oh, did I mention she has a man?
_
I'm sitting across the table
her slender hand jokingly taps
bare knuckles, more than fingers react
I reach over and tap her hand back
_
I don't get the joke, I just laugh
look at her, smile, and laugh
I don't know what's going on, I just laugh
look at her, smile, and laugh
_
"I'm getting cold" she said,
an obvious hint I didn't see
we stand outside her place
"it's cold outside" she said
it seems she wanted me
when I thought she wanted me
to leave
By INK THISISNTMYREALNAME
Published: June 3, 2010
A Slip Up: The release of a pent emotion through words, normally causing devastating effects. Truthfulness of such words are questionable.
By JUDITH MCFADDEN MCFADDEN
Published: August 25, 2010
Men and women differ on a lot of things and this includes their sense in fashion. For women they delight in the pleasures that women's clothing can offer, whether it be sleek new designs or the feel of retro in the air.
Comments
i like this:)
women, huh? i feel the same about your species. great poem.
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