You can't blame me
She stared at me from across the room,
her eyes bloodshot, one could tell.
An angelic face, a lopsided grin,
body of a goddess, with a heavenly smell.
She licked her lips, beckoning me over,
stumbling upon her black high heels.
I averted my eyes, to avoid contact,
staring instead at my scrumptious meal.
Standing beside me, was the man of my dreams,
holding me tight, filling me with glee.
Looking even more angelic, than that girl in green,
Well, could you blame me?
(A/N - The poem is open to interpretation when it comes to the narrator's gender and sexuality.)
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3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever - 2018
PoesíaWelcome to the Poets Pub 3rd Annual Biggest Competition Ever. This year it will be an eight (8) week gauntlet style poetry competition, with a new poetry prompt every week and a winner announced each week. All winners will be eligible for our Poet...
