Who could she long for?
As it’s surely not I.
Her.
Who can have whoever.
Her heart may desire.
Who should be so lucky?
I revel and ponder.
As myriads enamored.
By her alluring charms.
And laughter.
Vainly attempt to capture.
A second.
A heartbeat.
A fleeting moment.
Nestled against her.
Oh what must it be like.
To have the pick of the litter.
Yet how could any mortal.
Be worthy ever.
Of such a goddess.
As perfect as.
Her?
Other Poems
Miss You, Little Miss
Never Nervermore
One Plus No One
Other Written Work
Three Word Movie Reviews
The Tall Tales and Wordly Musings of Atticus William Carnegie
Visual Art
Custom Nike Air Force 1
Project F.T.B.
Music
Remixes