She

by libra rising - Not entered

i wore a skirt to impress her; 
only to find out she likes leather pants
and chains and whips 
and,well, that just goes to show that
she really isn't my type
but there is something about the way
she runs her hands through her hair,  
the way she pouts her lips when
she wants it her way,
and the way she laughs
that makes me crazy-like.
And it is something this wrong
that makes the world seem beautiful.

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1998-12-14 05:36:22
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:40:45
Poem ID: 51297

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