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 Jul 2013 Janay Moore
JA Doetsch
So
You've found a girl who can hold your gaze
You've found a girl with those sinful curves
                that    girl    with the     lips     that you want sayin' your name

Oh she's beautiful alright.  How did you get so lucky?

Maybe you're not as lucky as you think you are?

Does being
    luscious, limber, lavacious, and alluringly lustworthy
make up for being
    lewd, lethargic, and a lackadaisical liar?

So what that she's
    ogle-worthy, optically pleasing, orgasmically ideal
if she's
    offensive, ostentatiously ornate, and overbearing?

She may be
    vivacious, voluptuous, and sexually voracious
She's also
     vain, vapid, vacuous, a vengeful *****

Don't let her
   exotic, ****** efficaciousness
Blind you to her
  egocentric, evasive, envious  nature
  
Those lips won't look so   enticing   when they're spitting poison barbs into your heart


Wouldn't you rather  have a girl
Who is likeable?
Who is original?
Who is vibrant?

Who is enough to make you happy?

It's all you need

Do I have to spell it out for you?
Trying my hand at a hidden message within the poem, and also putting the thesaurus to work.

Note:  After re-reading, thought I should make myself clear -- This isn't calling out attractive men/women, it's more along the lines of "Looks are great, but if they come at the expense of a good personality, they're worthless."  There are lots of very attractive folks who have fantastic attitudes and are wonderful, lots of average looking folks who are not, and every combination in between.  There. I feel better.
chiffon tights on her broken knees
she clings to dear life but she aims to please
she wants nothing more than to be seen
but this is her life, sweet Eveline

this is the world; this is reality
but she's filled her mind with insanity
what's coming to her: she always sees
death is upon her or so she believes

so last night she told me
"goodbye my friend"
"i'm sorry to say this, but
this is the end"

i tried to make her
stay the night
but she ran away,
out of my sight
2013 (c) janel schroth
Lying is a skill like anything else;
And its one she flaunts around behind her innocence.
She jumps from suitor to suitor draining every benefit Possible until she's satisfied,or until she's made.
Pleading the damsel in distress card, she always attains What she desires.
She's a tornado;
Selfishly destroying everything around her in a fit of Rage, she tires out into a corpse.
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