I see her,
Sitting there,
Alone at the end of the bar,
Sipping her skotch on the rocks,
The smoke adding an aura,
One of mystery,
Intrigue.
I see her,
Brooding,
Waiting for the right guy to ask her,
Just suggest a dance.
That's all she'll need,
A reason as miniscule as that.
But me,
Being the kind of guy I am,
I'm scared shitless of her,
In this smoky,crowded old bar,
Afraid of what she could say to me,
Filled with the same apprehension
As a 5 year old,
Headed to school for the first time;
Alone and heeding the advice he had
Only just recieved,
A few days,
A few moments,
Ago.
A contest entry
- Over 250 Poems by zhaniswolf.
350 points, ended July 23, 2007, 42 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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you poets... you guys just don't understand the word "worst" do you? this was too good. i liked it.
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ha, this made me laugh, you call this a bad pre-write? sure it may be lacking something poeticaly, but its still a good poem, ha, loved it
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Ha, I find this to be a bad prewrite because I have better writes than this. And thanks for th ecompliments on it, appreciated.
And if this isn't a bad prewrite of mine, could you show me one that is? *laughs*
TwT
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