He says my eyes are hellos,
The way my smile beckons him,
He repeats the word beautiful three times,
As if it wasn't enough the first time,
I smirk softly, hoping he knows I only have,
Good intent,


Compliments don't take me anywhere,
Then to wishing I was in his arms,
Not yours,
Flattery doesn't work on a gal like me,
Poetry does, Poetry Does