Just found some old poetry I wrote…
He asked her once,
He asked her twice.
One would think
That would suffice.
Instead she turns
her gentle cheek,
“I won’t go out
with such a geek.”
“Well fine” he says,
a bit dismayed.
Inside, it’s like
a small grenade.
“I wouldn’t want
to be with you,
you silly, goggled
kangaroo.”
Taken aback,
she hides away
the lunch she’d brought
for him today.
Again they part.
”It’s not today.”
They tuck their feelings
safe away.
Instead of what
was meant to be;
The perfect…
…two-part…
…symphony.
This poem is a work of fiction. There is no relation to any real people, organizations, events, or other names and phenomena. It’s all made up. If anything seems familiar, it’s just your imagination.
