Bad Poetry Friday

I seem to have stumbled on several poems from my sophomore year in college. If it’s possible, my poetry got worse the older I got.

Untitled (8/27/00)

When I met you
I didn’t look twice
(ok maybe I did,
I thought you were nice)
but after a double take
I realized my mistake
Suddenly I was memorized
by your eyes
your enticing smile
and now all I can think about
is how your hand
will feel inside mine.

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