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 © Corey Ross | Year Posted 2012
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