We sat across the table from each other
I, unabashedly bashful
and you, a beautiful fool,
fooling no one but yourself.
Together we sat like that for what seemed an hour
when the ambiance of our ambivalence finally asked for the check.
At that time I was thinking of what it would take to love you
and it would take from you...
a few fewer pounds
a little more makeup
many more breakups
and a drink or two
(or maybe a few).
Not that you aren't attractive
just not mutually interactive
an unforgiveable sin
in this place where the females
are so obtuse that it has been aptly dubbed
the city of angles.
Which one are you?
several times you have proved that you are (an)
acute hostess
but what I admire the most is
the fact that you seem so world-weary
when you have never left your state of mind.
With the flames of poetry rekindled, I present to you a poem about trying to find the right girl in a crowd of the wrong ones. It's frustrating, but sometimes it is beneficial to go through the motions. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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