She Was Mine.. Poem by Shannon Nicole

She's perfect.
Icy, blue eyes. Gorgeous.
Cute, pale face. Rosy cheeks.
Such a little nose. Pale, pink lips.
To think she was kissable.
Lovable. Who am I to kid?
She was a stripper.
Met her one night at a club.
She was a sweet, sweet girl.
Her spell. She placed a curse.
Her perfect smell. Sweet pea, perfect.
She always smiled. Such a pretty smile.
She had a flawless laugh.
She was so perfect. She was too perfect.
She cursed me to love her.
Too suductive for my liking.
She was too perfect. She was mine.