Young Writers Society

Who can make her feel like the most beautiful girl in the room?
That's what he's proud of.
What deep pools of brown entice her everytime?
Only his eyes.
Whose every touch and hug forbid her from sleeping everynight?
he knows...who doesn't?
How can just one look from him make her knees go all woobly?
he uses it like an artform.
How could one, single, kiss, send her into a whirlwind of emotions, that no one understands?
He understands, he always does.
What kind of girl would give her heart blindly to such an extraordinary man, when she knows he is just out to break her heart?
I know...

Ladyequine91 wrote:Who can make her feel like the most beautiful girl in the room?
That's what he's proud of.
What deep pools of brown entice her everytime?
Only his eyes.
Whose every touch and hug forbid her from sleeping everynight?
he knows...who doesn't?
How can just one look from him make her knees go all woobly?
he uses it like an artform.
How could one, single, kiss, send her into a whirlwind of emotions, that no one understands?
He understands, he always does.
What kind of girl would give her heart blindly to such an extraordinary man, when she knows he is just out to break her heart?
I know...

I liked it. And again, I liked your questioning ideas. Although I'd like to see some more of your poems that venture past the 'questioning'. :thumb:

I like it. Especiallly the ending was brilliant. Like Doubt said, the questioning is very nice.