Oh, What's His Name
I will be the narrator of this story-
it was a beautiful summer day
when I saw "him" standing there staring
(Oh, what's his name?)
well anyways- he was like a God in leather
my brother had brought home
and now he stood by his motorcycle smiling
at me- and I was struck with his beauty
and the drums of time ceased to move
(Oh, what's his name?)
love had come a guest quite unbidden
and I fluttered like a happy lamb
and the lion licked his lips-
all that summer we rode his bike into the sun
'till the last tint of day was gone
but he told me lies, lies, lies and lies
(Oh what's his name?)
and the lesson- that beauty is only skin deep.
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September 16, 2019
Poetry/Narrative/Oh, What's His Name
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1181-495-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, I'll Never Forget His/Her Name
sponsor, John Lawless
Eighth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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