It Depends Right ?
Blog Posted:3/9/2010 1:28:00 AM
It depends on a lot. The figure, the smile, the wits, the personality. It really does depend a lot. Yet my fellow poets, I've met perfection lately, and she swindles with my mind's intellect. I am not a man to fall for words of romance, since I produce few of them. I do not fall for words of rehabilitation, I am strong and dignified. Yet this wondrous young lady, with wits, with beautiful lips, with eyes that gaze upon mine seemingly does not get bored. She has black hair, green eyes, big lips, large cheekbones that supports her smile, long (real!) eyebrows, long lashes. She's not so fit, nor is she overweight, she has love handles that I love to hold onto. She reads my poetry and William's Blakes. She has the same insight into life like me. We agree, barely disagree if it's going to be Indian or Italian food. I've got an angel that doesn't wear any wings. Yet my fellow poet friends, what do I do, I'm leaving the country in 3 months to continue on my educational view, we still did not discuss this. I am afraid like a dog with his tail between his legs. I understand the consequences that I must tell her, before things become too widespread and serious. Yet what do I do? It depends right? Whether I become the asshole that I knew, or the innocent that tried. Bare with me. I might fall hard.