Seconds

Mike Bell/ November 19, 2016/ www.mikebellpoems.com/ 0 comments


She was born to slight
ordinariness,
which was also pretty,
confusing attraction
in those seeing her:
quickly dismissed
with repeat regard
of her plain features,
tricking the eyes
which briefly admired her,
until seeing her.


 

Share this Post

Leave a ReplyCancel reply