Another Story To Tell

Here I am, late night. Waiting for the 
train after work as usual in my zone 
Floetry "Hey you" playing on the 
phone. This woman sits next to me 
and I can feel her eyeing me, I look 
over she turns away smiling ever so 
gently but it was her classy attire 
that had me swayed. Now I'm 
usually the nervous type but I play it 
cool but I'm shy right. I don't 
usually approach women cause I 
feel they really aren't worth my time 
and sometimes when they open 
their mouth I see in their lifetime 
they haven't really opened their 
mind. So I say you look familiar 
starting off with lies, she smiles says 
hi and starts telling me about her 
day, I say hi I'm Corey and I don't 
this every day and yeah you're 
beautiful but behind every smile is a 
story to tell, every woman's been 
something and if she says she isn't 
more than likely at this moment 
she's probably going threw hell. 
Anyway I don't beat around the 
bush so I'm like I would love to get 
to know you past your beauty and 
your scars and she says I'm sorry 
but I'm already spoken for. I say 
well, the conversation was nice and 
we both part ways, no regrets at all 
and that was probably the highlight 
of my day.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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