Girls And Love - Poem by Eli MorenoDrew
I would consider myself
if I were to rate my love-life.
if I loved every girl I kissed,
only a couple would come to mind.
but for every girl that I turned my head for,
for every girl I talked to
with tremendous nervousness and awkwardness,
I would have a school bus' worth.
if they knew how well I could treat them,
if they knew how much love I could give them,
I would like to think that they would stay.
but I've yet to tell them.
I banter, joke, alcoholically lubricate, flirt,
but they smile and go for the man with
big arms or hats on backwards.
I don't drive a car,
I don't have a job,
but I can love anyone
with such enormity and discipline
that it's astounded some.
there's a guy with facial hair,
drinking a tall can of
some expensive beer,
and the girls sit cross-legged,
feeling themselves get warmer
most girls don't want love.
give them a heart, and they'll smile.
give them something to look at, and they'll melt.
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