The boy

By , Indian Trail, NC

There sat he, goofy smile upon his face,
Did he often look at his reflection?
Never a hair out of its given place,
He’s the definition of perfection!

Almost as if he is a God sent Saint,
With bad jokes, and extravagant smile.
My first impression was quite quaint.
He hadn’t noticed me for a good while.

His jokes no matter how bad, they added…
They added to his personality.
Always left to wonder what else he stored,
Maybe he’s too good for reality?

Tempting, yes, he was, but do I cave in?
Caving into his eyes, smile, and his sin.






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