Version 2 (V1 unpublished) of a poem attempting to capture a situation a lot of girls seem to slip into. Comments for improvement are welcome.
Music: Florence + the Machine - Howl
as his honesty and implicit love wins over our affection
our attraction
despite the harsh, explicit warnings of his words
not to trust him
Girls that never thought they were able to slip into such situations
always having managed to avoid those boys
Girls that sit around waiting for the perfect one
never giving up anything for someone less
thinking he is the best
only a little scarred
convinced we are the exception (that will win his fidelity)
drowning in his apparent love
They accept and hope and dream
where I condemn and judge
So he follows in my tracks
breathing down my neck
in case I slip up again
Insatiably falling upon the rest
their bones haunting me as they drop to the ground
He awaits my howl
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2012-08-02 at 21:45
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Music: Florence + the Machine - Howl
The Beast
Our bodies tied to his wordsas his honesty and implicit love wins over our affection
our attraction
despite the harsh, explicit warnings of his words
not to trust him
Girls that never thought they were able to slip into such situations
always having managed to avoid those boys
Girls that sit around waiting for the perfect one
never giving up anything for someone less
thinking he is the best
only a little scarred
convinced we are the exception (that will win his fidelity)
drowning in his apparent love
They accept and hope and dream
where I condemn and judge
So he follows in my tracks
breathing down my neck
in case I slip up again
Insatiably falling upon the rest
their bones haunting me as they drop to the ground
He awaits my howl
Poetry by SecretWords
Read 1153 times
Written on 2012-08-02 at 21:45
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