Tennessee Fried Poetry

A comprehensive tour of the mind of a burnt out feller living in Tennessee as seen through his poetry.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Tailor Made For Me

Oh, what beautiful eyes,
Ruby-red lips, long black hair.
I can't say anymore, anything else,
Other than I think you're so damn beautiful.
They tell me you're a bit young, though,
And so I'm forced to cool my jets
Before I get burned by the law,
But, that won't dim my heart any at all,
For I still believe that you're tailor made for me.
Well, I've been dreaming of something
That will take me closer to Heaven.
That thing, baby, is definitely you,
But apparently, that's taboo in this day and time.
I've watched as you approached me,
Staring me straight in the eyes,
Mesmorizing me with your charm and charisma,
Only for me to wake up to realize
That this is all Fate's tease...one big tease.
However, that still doesn't dim my love one iota for you,
Since you are, after all, tailor made for me.

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