Who are you?
With your scarlet lipstick,
Drinking your dark and stormy,
A secret in your smile,
My eyes refuse to meet yours,
My cheeks blushing,
I notice a small scar on your hand,
No wedding ring,
I sigh to myself,
What the heart wants,
It may never get,
Then you get up,
And slowly walk away,
As I glance at you like a wounded puppy,
My fears too real to be bold,
But then you stop,
And turn your head slightly,
Giving me a sensuous scarlet smile,
Tonight,
The heart will get what it wants.
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Beware...
the dark and stormy heart! I like the story and wish that it was a little more. The idea is great, there is just a little something missing. I'm not sure of what it is, maybe it is that there was no real interaction. Maybe you will get a clue from one of the other poets. ~ Geezer.
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Thx so much for the feedback!
Thx so much for the feedback!
Geezer has an interesting point
I’m to assume they rendezvous from the last lines but the rest is very ambiguous. Now if it is meant to be ambiguous. I don’t think there’s anything missing except a question mark at the end.
Who are you?
With your scarlet lipstick,
Drinking your dark and stormy,
A secret in your smile,
My eyes refuse to meet yours,
My cheeks blushing,
I notice a small scar on your hand,
No wedding ring,
I sigh to myself,
What the heart wants,
It may never get,
Then you get up,
And slowly walk away,
As I glance at you like a wounded puppy,
My fears too real to be bold,
But then you stop,
And turn your head slightly,
Giving me a sensuous scarlet smile,
Tonight,
The heart will get what it wants?
Or maybe
Who are you?
With your scarlet lipstick,
Drinking your dark and stormy,
A secret in your smile,
My eyes refuse to meet yours,
My cheeks blushing,
I notice a small scar on your hand,
No wedding ring,
I sigh to myself,
What the heart wants,
It may never get,
Then you get up,
And slowly walk away,
As I glance at you like a wounded puppy,
My fears too real to be bold,
But then you stop,
And turn your head slightly,
Giving me a sensuous scarlet smile.
The waitress places a cocktail napkin
Face down beside my drink deliberately
Making certain I notice
I flip it over
“Room 319”
Tonight,
The heart will get what it wants.
It was worth a shot
Tim
agreed! Thx :)
agreed! Thx :)
Agreed and thx!!
Agreed and thx!!
Thx for the feedback!!
Thx for the feedback!!
hello poet,
I really like these lines:
But then you stop,
And turn your head slightly,
Giving me a sensuous scarlet smile,
Tonight,
The heart will get what it wants.
the whole poem is electrifying! enjoyed it all!
*hugs, Cat
* ever, eddy styx
Thank you so much :)
Thank you so much :)