I took a chance,
And stole a glance,
At the girl with cut glass,
In her eyes,
She caught my stare,
And responded with a glare,
I didn't have to see,
Her frost kissed lips,
Move,
To want to melt,
The chill her voice expelled,
As if she breathes,
Not air,
But winter itself,
I stole another glance,
She returned with another glare,
Leaving me too scared,
To care,
About the consequences,
Of my actions,
As I walked over,
And said hello,
She smiled and oh how divine it was,
An angel with coal on her teeth,
Not quite clean,
But just perfect for me,
I took a chance,
And stole a glance,
At the girl with cut glass,
In her eyes,
And damn,
Did she teach me,
How divine life can be,
If you just take a chance,
And steal a glance,
At girls with cut glass,
In their eyes.
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Shit Happens
PoetryThis is for anyone that can't put there thoughts and feelings into words. Whether it be at your best, worst, most beautiful, or most tragic times. These poems will remind you of them. Or so I hope. Because I mean Shit Happens. What you should expe...
