At their kickoff,
He saw that she'd developed.
With her team almost gone.
Though, her ego was still on.
Once he wanted to shoot the ball,
He settled on reading her book.
From a new angle he diverted his looks.
Changing his mindset for a start.
Altering his state of heart.
Treating her with respect.
Approaching her space,
He wasn't sure what to expect.
What result he was about to get.
Was it an out, corner or a score?
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Divergent Misplaced Melodies (Poems)
PoetryTaste these poems. |Highest ranking #142 in poetry, #44 in quotes| A poetry book from the soul. There's poetry and then there is this. Some are designed from my imagination, for my love of creating stories. And some are inspired from real life. I wa...
