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pedestal
by Carolyn Covilleyou're intimidated by my beauty
you're the type that's watched me silently,
your breath stops at sight,
your hands grow warm as you rub the sweat onto your jeans,
it's hard to swallow.
finally after days, you grow the balls to sit next to me,
muttering some mumbo jumbo about the class
though i may have goddess tattooed on my back,
when i look in the mirror my acne and frizzy hair reflect back at me,
and i'm definitely having a fat day.
did i mention how quick tempered and impatient i am?
often i trip over my own two feet,
and have been known to make some pretty ditzy comments
don't be scared to talk to me;
i'm not on that pedestal you place me on 01/27/2005 Posted on 04/06/2005
Copyright © 2024 Carolyn Coville
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Christina Bruno on 04/09/05 at 05:52 AM oh stop it! you know you are pretty...you look so nice in ur picture :) no one puts me on a pedastil lol..luckyy |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/09/05 at 12:40 PM Really like this Carolyn for its down to earth honetsy, and can easily relate to it in my own way...from both sides of the equation. Perhaps Pedastool or Pedastal as a title? |
| Posted by Lauren Singer on 06/22/05 at 04:42 AM so good so good so good! mmm! haha :) i love this. |
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