It's like a locks been put on my brain
It's going to drive me downright insane
I'm not going to be able to
How could I anyways
To just be able to walk up to her and say something
"Excuse me miss you're beautiful-"
That wont work
I have this little quirk
You see people tend to look at me like I'm a little man
I'm very weak, small and tan
Why would she date me anyways?
I've been waiting for many days
Who cares what she thinks go on and do it
Maybe the way she looks at me, that might clue it
I don't know what she thinks
A man approaches her and my heart sinks
She nods her head and they walk off
I turn around and give a little cough
I knew she wouldn't like me anyways
That's the way my life's card lays
I couldn't believe that I didn't say a word
Into her beauty I was falsely lured
She didn't like me
I knew it already
No girls likes me that's the truth
That's how it's been since I was a youth
A contest entry
- Prompt contest... 16 entries; 16 lines or less by Grey Mouser.
700 points, ended November 19, 2008, 12 entries
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How was i?
Comments
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It is the facts of life many carry. Yet they will always see the bashfulness and greet those that try. Good write, thanks for entering into the contest.
Be well and be blessed,
Mouser -
So this man's timidity and lack of selfconfidence is a casing of ice around him. An original take on this prompt and probably an accurate account of how men like this feel when they reject themselves before a woman can reject them.
I enjoyed this write.
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