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at least he thinks i'm pretty
by Lauren Singeryou, in a mild stupor
unfamiliar,
moved closer.
in a voice i'd never heard,
or in a way i hadn't seen you speak
said
"sometimes i just want to
wreck your
pretty,
little,
face."
and then we went downstairs,
you said we'd talk later.
we didn't.
now i can only muse
over vague explanation. 02/15/2007 Posted on 02/15/2007
Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 02/15/07 at 08:26 AM how very multi dimensional (that you didn't talk later). don't know if you intended that, but take it as a compliment. the wreck your pretty little face is sort of hot in a way. |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/15/07 at 02:06 PM don't agree with it being 'hot'...it scared me. i'd go running for the hills, sweetie! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 02/15/07 at 03:39 PM Creeps me ... |
| Posted by Timothy Somers on 02/16/07 at 12:07 AM Ballad. Stetch it and set it to music. |
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