She wasn't beautiful.
Not in the way that would turn your head
and when she talked you wouldn't blush red.
She didn't dance when she walked
and her skin didn't glow,
you'd listen when she talked
but just to things you'd not know.
She wasn't beautiful.
She wasn't beautiful.
Not in the way that would make people hold
and just a blink from her eyes wouldn't make cowards bold.
She's not that girl on the bus
you'd remember tonight
and people won't make a fuss
so that she'd be alright.
You'd forget how she looked
after just a short while.
She wasn't beautiful.
And then she'd smile.
(2020)
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Thimble Poetry
Poetrybecause sometimes when you've said all you have to say you can fold it up and it fits into a thimble A collection of love poetry, amazed poetry, sad poetry, angry poetry and all the rest. No depressing poetry. Mostly rhymed. This is the English par...
