Yet Another ‘A’




What was it?
Murky blue eyes, eyebrows meeting in between
The arrogance of insecurity, needing to be seen
Was it the washboard, definitely no
Not the eyes, not the hair, not the hands, bum nor the nose
And don't even dream it, it wasn't the clothes
It wasn't his mouth, cos I really can't remember it,
Nor the way that he walked, talked, ate or would sit.
So then, nothing physical and not too much mentally.
I think it was something I saw potentially
He could have made a nice man
That would be a joy.
But I've got a feeling he's stayed as a boy
That could be it, the reason for my folly
That youthful energy, the fact I'm a wally,
I let him show off with too much of my money
I practically gave it, the truth of the fact
And I guess I can't blame him
If I acted like a prat
But that is what happens when you think with your twat!

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