Her
I knew the day would come,
When someone would see you
With a lovely new girl,
Of course, her eyes so blue…
Didn’t think you’d proudly
Introduce her to my friend
Of course, she’s gorgeously
Unaware you’re pretend
I was waiting for proof,
Of a beautiful “her,”
Replacement, an upgrade,
Just what is her allure?
Fears creep in, wondering
Will you stay “good” for her?
Is she the one that will
Change you, and be your cure?
Unsettled, with either
Outcome; This I admit,
Can’t root for the demise
Of one more innocent…
Insane, the nerve you have,
Head high and unashamed,
Unapologetic,
Lite fires, leave the flames
Burning all that you touch,
So delicate at first,
Supercilious grin,
And love bomb ’til she bursts
Does her smile melt you?
Or do you just tell her
That? Painting your picture,
Where reality’s blurred
I guess I’m still haunted…
And now, by the blue eyes
That I have yet to see,
Let them be your demise
Then maybe I’ll have peace
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Whew, this just bubbles with heat and ire. It’s like a controlled burn in the forest, the anger dancing along the edges. One hopes he gets what he deserves.
Thanks, Bill! Your description could be a poem itself! You definitely picked up on the picture I as depicting.
Yes.
One can indeed hope…
“Burning all that you touch,
So delicate at first,
Supercilious grin,
And love bomb ’til she bursts”
This stanza is fire!!!
Fire!! ha, that made me chuckle. Thank you so much!
That kinetic ball waiting to drop:
“she’s gorgeously unaware you’re pretend”
Love your depiction here, “kinetic ball waiting to drop”
I think I got goosebumps! And. We wait…
So good! I LOVE: ‘she’s gorgeously
Unaware you’re pretend’
You capture this feeling so masterfully!
🙂 Thanks Leah