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he's like:
"Hey,
nice to meet you."i turn to look him
up and down-he asks,
"How are you?""i'm good."
I shiver a bit,
but to not seem rude,
i ask,
"How about you?"he says,
"Great!
my day's been great.
I got my paycheck,
lemme take you out if you would.""no-!
I mean, that's just random.
i don't even know your name,
Not saying I could."he takes a step forward,
"Maybe you should."i take a step backward,
"I got a brother from the hood.""And, you're telling me this because?"
"You seem to be a lost cause."
"I just see a girl that I like.
if you don't,
Then, this opportunity will be missed.""Okay, arrogant much?
i don't think you're getting the jist."Shaking his head,
he finally leaves,
Mumbling about girls being cheap.So, just because I don't
want him i'm cheap?
I lift a hand and wave, shouting
"bye, creep!"~•~
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Broken Lens
PoésieThe words of an individual that sees the world through a different angle, a broken lens.