I looked into her pretty green eyes <br />as I held her slender smooth hands <br />Her smile, sweet as it was couldnt <br />hide what I was seeing. <br />The two of us in some nice <br />white walled house, screaming <br />at each other as a child clung to <br />her grey baggy leggings, <br />wide eyed and whimpering. <br />Startled I moved back, so to <br />avoid her sweet tempting breath. <br />Not asking this time whether she <br />wanted a drink i made my excuses <br />leaving behind a life, and bypassing <br />a possible future. <br />Returning to my friends we watched <br />the world spin on, as Morrison <br />in all his prophetic wailing worried <br />us as little more. <br />Even the sweat droplets that fell <br />from the smoke stained ceiling <br />bothered me where once they <br />cooled this heated head, now <br />they fell like painful reminders of <br />a fading youth. <br />The pretty green eyed girl soon <br />slipped out of the doors with a <br />young man in hand, if only he had <br />seen what I had seen: is the sacrifice <br />of a life for a short session of sex worth it <br />I thought. Turning back to the ocean <br />of dancers on the floor I made no <br />more eye contact that night.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mortgae-kids-and-we-hadn-t-even-kissed/
