I'm looking at you
Wondering what you're thinking
A drink in your hand and a smirk on your face
You're looking in my direction
A hundred people in this room and seems like I'm your selection
I'm pretty confident and I love a good game
You've got the perfect amount of arrogance
But is it enough to make me tame?
I'm taking my chances
That smile on your pretty face
Makes it obvious that you're playing hard to get
I don't even mind because I love a good chase
You're a stranger
But you should know that I live for danger
I walk towards you
You begin walking too
I pull you close and whisper
My intentions are pretty clear
It's an intimate affair
And you and I aren't going anywhere
A kiss is shared
So intimate, I'm afraid
So I take my gun out and shoot you
And then a giant chicken ate me
Whoops, this was not suppose to happen. Looks like this poem is a joke and comical tragedy like ME. HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY. BYE.
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Can I Say Goodbye?
PoetryI'm always searching for something worth staying for but I can't seem to find that until then please don't mind me because I'm just a traveler passing through. When I'm not satisfied or happy I'll leave and find a new path, so just let me say goodby...
