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The Roundabout Way She Goes Just To Get There

Poetry By: J A Morales

stolen moments and the games we play.

Submitted:Jul 28, 2007    Reads: 158    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

She gives me a look

And her lips slowly curl to a smile

She tilts her head down

To let her hair fall across her face

She turns her gaze down

When I notice her staring

But then she looks back

And then I look away

We play this game coy

As I work up my nerve

She's made her intent known

Now it's my turn to move

We say our hello's

Get to know each other better

And I really admire

The roundabout way she goes just to get there


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