Who would be
My perfect man...?
he would need to know who he is,
Whre he stands.
Not too romantic,
I mean, come on, this isn't the titanic.
Would be nice if he's sweet,
And SERIOUSLY neat.
Should love books,
And have good looks.
Has a funny bone
Not some dude who drones.
Has to be like a best friend,
Always there with a hand to lend.
Music should be part of his soul,
And I should be part of his goal.
We cannot be a mistake,
That is something I can never take.
Meant to be, of course,
I want him till....only God knows.
No complaints,
From neither he nor me.
I don't want a saint,
But a man who can lead.
Challenging and adventurous,
Not someone who is ego.....ous.
Not forever gone but not too clingy,
Not forever drawn, not melancholy.
Obligatory to hate me sometimes,
He has to have his own side.
Too many arguments, we're done.
So he's gotta be bold, loving and fun.
Hugs well,
Kisses swell.
Dances badly,
Would he sing? Gladly.
Not afraid to come clean,
Not afraid to let off steam.
Loves the things I do,
But not lie if I make horrible food.
I want a man
Who is not afraid to love me.
Not afraid to laugh.
But never hurt me.
One more thing:
He's gotta think my poetry is **** good.
Or else I'd stab him, stab him I would.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 11:43 AM UTC
Who would be
My perfect man...?
he would need to know who he is,
Whre he stands.
Not too romantic,
I mean, come on, this isn't the titanic.
Would be nice if he's sweet,
And SERIOUSLY neat.
Should love books,
And have good looks.
Has a funny bone
Not some dude who drones.
Has to be like a best friend,
Always there with a hand to lend.
Music should be part of his soul,
And I should be part of his goal.
We cannot be a mistake,
That is something I can never take.
Meant to be, of course,
I want him till....only God knows.
No complaints,
From neither he nor me.
I don't want a saint,
But a man who can lead.
Challenging and adventurous,
Not someone who is ego.....ous.
Not forever gone but not too clingy,
Not forever drawn, not melancholy.
Obligatory to hate me sometimes,
He has to have his own side.
Too many arguments, we're done.
So he's gotta be bold, loving and fun.
Hugs well,
Kisses swell.
Dances badly,
Would he sing? Gladly.
Not afraid to come clean,
Not afraid to let off steam.
Loves the things I do,
But not lie if I make horrible food.
I want a man
Who is not afraid to love me.
Not afraid to laugh.
But never hurt me.
One more thing:
He's gotta think my poetry is **** good.
Or else I'd stab him, stab him I would.
This is a poetry challenge for ember evanscent. Not that I don't mean every word of it-
I so fricking do.
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