Lost At Last

November 23, 2011
Like a beautiful rose
She was blossom
Like an hourglass
She stood
Like a fool
I waited
Contemplative on making a move
Her body, it tempted
Her eyes, they captivated
Her personality, it kept me
And at the end of the night
She left me
Like a fool
I stood
Feeling empty

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