Throwing a handful of just picked <br />petals into the air, she squeals <br />and laughs, she is happy just being. <br />She holds my hands and I feel holly <br />in my palms. <br />Looking into my eyes, she pleads <br />simplicity, I look back confusion. <br />She says she like my hair but hates <br />my heart, she loves my shoulders my <br />hates my silly silences. <br />Pressing her breasts against me she <br />waits to feel my excitment <br />searching me with her swirling hips. <br />I look at the clouds and watch them <br />consume each other. She throws <br />herself away from me, and I feel her <br />frustration, I offer her a now dead petal <br />and she sheds an unfelt tear.<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-prettiest-girl-i-never-wanted-to-know/
