Why can't I be,
like her with the curling hair
and the bee-sting ruby lips
and hips,
that curve and end in model legs
Why can't he be,
a prince in shiny armour
on white steed
like Richard Gere,
with flowers outstretched.
Why are we then,
here together against the odds,
jogging along surrounded by fields
of green and farming land.
Unfit, mismatched, still growing
together.
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4 comments:
Because you are so much better than that and you are in love . . .ok mousie
I love your poem! And how exciting to have an additional blog for your other creations - I look forward to many, many more, you are a talented Mousie.
Love that poem Mousie, although I would like Daniel Craig please, eyes too die for... So exciting with your adittional blog Mousie, I look forward to seeing more of your poems. Thank you for your comments Mousie.
Camilla.xx
I have done a separate one for my old stuff it's a shame to leave it all over their and not have your own record. Also it doesn't harm to give some people a second opportunity to read some of it.
The poem is great is that new writing though?
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