Friday, November 30, 2007

HBH 55

Madame X

There she goes again
Trampling my heart with those boots,
Killing with her smile.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I was wondering where she'd got to.

It's not just the boots, is it?

Have you asked her out yet? Does she know that you write poems about her?

Froog said...

No, it's not just the boots, you cheeky old bugger.

And no, I haven't revealed my poetic impulses to her yet. We have in fact been friends for over a year now, and she is still barely aware of my existence.

Hopeless, hopeless.