One pretty girl across form me
One pretty girl across form me.
Hair down,
long, straight and brown.
Toes so defined,
painted to allure and remind.
Fingers long,
nails looking tanned.
A smile to herself,
none to be beat.
Eyes alive,
looking at me.
–
5/28/2009 On a subway ride home thinking that the “not as pretty as her friends” girl needed a poem.
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