Just one tiny moment of her time.
Just one glint in her eye.
Did she look my way?
Is she thinking about me?
A lifetime of insecurities,
rearing like some untamed bronco,
kicking my ass before I’ve a chance to tango.
And now, here I am,
stupefied and indignant,
wondering what do I do to impress her next?
Maybe I could put myself down again,
or perhaps be less vexed.
Or maybe I could just retreat
with my tail between my legs.
No.
Not this time.
Time to make a stand.
Let me just catch my breath,
pull on the gloves
and listen for the bell,
before I go down for the count again.
For one more little glimpse of heaven,
and one more
tiny moment of her time.
Never retreat. Don’t overstep, but never retreat. Not without a reatrainting order.
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Lol! Unfortunately, writing a poem about taking a stand and actually doing it are two different things. I am perpetually in unrequited love. Big sad sigh. 😦
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Aw, sorry. I am too.
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I love the way this flows.
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Thank you, Christine, much appreciated 🙂
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I love this! May I share it on my Facebook personal and author pages? I promise to give you credit for writing it.
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Thanks! You may link to it. 🙂
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Score!!! About to link it up!
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Great pacy piece. Good work
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Thanks so much! 🙂
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