You fixed your gaze upon me,
From across the crowded space
I identified your intrigue
Despite your nervous face
You looked away, then back again
Unsure of what to do
I took it upon myself
To sit across from you
You told me you were shy
Though I never would have guessed,
You spoke to me quite openly
In spite of your duress
I saw your reservation
As evidence of cuteness,
But if I made that statement,
I’m sure you’d think I’m stupid.
But for some reason, a shy woman
Makes strange feelings surface,
Lust, conquering, extroversion,
Among many other urges
You had that Southern, small-town beauty,
Kept secret from the world,
Seen by very few,
An oyster in its pearl.
I wanted something more than
Simple conversation,
But like most cute, graceful girls,
You were already taken.
However there’s a mystery,
That still remains unknown:
Despite your bond, you gave the number
Leading to your phone ...
YOU ARE READING
Romantically Incorrect
PuisiBorn, raised, and currently living in Detroit, Michigan, Morgan Coby is a combination of many different things around him: the gritty realities of the city where he dwells, and the wondrous idealism from the fictional worlds of stories, cartoons, an...
