Tuesday, July 18, 2006

prom date

How silly she must feel
I think she takes too much for granted
She doesn't even know how to hold me
She just cradles me like a lifeless doll
She pays no attention to way I was made
How silly she must feel
She must have spent a fortune on that dress
Her hair hangs in golden curls
I think she feels inferior to the other girls
They seem to be experienced and know what to do
How silly she must feel
She firmly holds me with both hands
She pulls me down between her knees
I am not sure if she knows what she is doing
With a toss I am projected in the air
How silly she must feel
Her face clenches in anticipation
I feel as if I'm about to fall
I see the disappointment in her eyes
Our first encounter landed me in a gutter