Okay so a few years back I thought I was a poet so I wrote these poems. These two poems are about the first encounter between a man and woman. I tried to write from first the male's perspective and subsequently from the female's position. I think they come out pretty good but hey... I'm a little biased...
This one is called First Impression:
I'm thinkin.... I'm thinkin what can I say
It's hard to find words when she's lookin my way
Scrollin through my mental chic-tionary for a verse
Wonderin what would be best as these words are my first
My hope is to discover the path to her heart
But my complication is the way that I'll start
I could go pimpin ya digg...and use rhyming words
Maybe she'll fall for my rhyming verbs...
Nah she's classy not trashy so truth may work best
With this kind of chick i gotta seperate myself from da rest
So I roll up, brow sweatin...palms doin da same
I come with that first line...Excuse Me Miss, What's your name
See I've been thinkin of what I could say to capture your attention
Wait I must stop cuz your beauty I must mention
Amazing as you are alone you cannot be
So ya man's name is what?... tho i'm hopin you say me
But back to the task at hand, ya man
Is he someone special if not then without him you should stand
I could hold ya hand and warm ya shoulders
I'm a man of my word so you can trust what i've told ya
You and I flying high watching others hate us
Happy with me is the only way things would be just
So ma'am please consider a "we" future
Ya name being mine...now how would that suit ya...
And This Is Entitled The Response
Okay I'm standing here alone in this half filled room
Waitin on my friend girl to arrive soon
I glance around to scope my surroundings
Already 3 guys have tried to hound me
It's funny how guys think their slick
When they come with those weak lines tryin to get a chick
Do they not know the best approach is confidence
That and honesty awards you a second conference
So I look down at my phone to check for missed calls
I look up and see this guy on the wall
I'm not sure if he's cute in this dim light
But from what I can tell he looks alright
Then I notice him noticing me
You know that thing guys do when their lookin but don't want you to see
He looks up at me then looks past
Looks around the room but his target is what he sees last
And then he starts my way
From the look on his face he's lookin for the words to say
I doubt that they will be words to convince
But truly that is of no consequence
He opens with "Excuse Me Miss, What's your name"
It was different so I guess this guy must be sane
We continue to converse and we avoid the worse
He brings up my man but I avoid that verse
The BOY i'm with now hardly is able to wow
And this guy is much better I can see that now
I give him my number and he returns the gesture
This may be the start of life mo' betta
Being the lady that I am I hit him with my line
You know any good poker player must hide her hand
So I look to him as I suppress my smile with my hand
And say "We can talk but, let's just be friends"
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