Lover of a Master.A Poem by PenelopeA man is not all menThe pity and a shame to watch you dissolve disgusted at your petty attempts. A man with blue eyes and rustic features who takes himself for granted. It's as if I'm staring into the eyes of the devil himself with beautiful high cheekbones and a rocking personality. The way you walk all high and mighty and expect others around you to swoon at your sight it's pathetic. Your a pest to deal with and a nuisance I am ready to just walk away but I can't. For in those gigantic hands you have hanging in the air holds my fragile weak heart. © 2017 Penelope |
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