We met at a truck downstairs the apartment I rent.It was on a Saturday- the usual do.
His eyes shown like the shining stars in the dark carriage
Which, as I recall, should have been my first clue.
He asked me to take him to the backyard
Then closed the door of the truck so cool with that muscular arm.
That I couldn't resist. So I gathered my smile
And we walked and we talked till the landlady rolled up.
3 comments:
What a funny title, Luna. actually, the whole poem is kind of funny even though you pulled some really strange words out of your dictionary!
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Honestly, I didn't use a dictionary this time.
If I meet him who is a handsome man you describe,I think I couldn't resist too.
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