He sees her flirt,
watches her exert
using a short skirt,
to those animal eyes, a
tasty dessert.
She can convert
beauty to hurt.
He sees her flirt,
but still refuses to be
alert.
He sees her drive off into the night,
she's not gonna fight,
therefore takes flight,
headlights dangerously bright.
She returns with too much delight,
turns into the worst kind of sunlight.
He sees her drive off into the night,
heart predict the imminent plight,
mind still refuses this aerial insight,
a decision that will end in a gory
bite.
He sees the sight her words behold,
he knows this shiny gold,
when touched, is
cold.
Purposefully tying a blindfold
because he knows his hold
will eventually mold.
He believes
his eyes deceive him,
his heart tricks him,
his mind is wiser,
his choice was better.
But beliefs only go
so
far.
YOU ARE READING
tree.
Poetry"a feast of words about a girl's opinions about life, her love for trees, and a certain boy."
