Im not your type

by Martyna   Nov 30, 2005


You play football and listen to the Cars
Strange
That I find you so inticing
We make eye contact
How bittersweet of a feeling fills me
From accross the room
She talks to you
Spreads herself over you like butter
And yet
You look at me?
Does that mean something?
I fell asleep on my desk once
You said I was beautiful
But I cant recall whether or not I was dreaming
Just imagining
You dont have to sleep to be beautiful
To you, it comes naturally
You dont know just how much I love second period
Even though I hate German
But you play football and listen to the Cars
Im not your type

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  • 18 years ago

    by libby

    Suggestions, my dahling...

    "How bittersweet of a feeling fills me"
    -This line is worded a bit awkwardly, I think it's the use of the word "how". Maybe "such a bittersweet feeling fills me"?

    "Spreads herself over you like butter"
    -This simile sounds a little cliched and shallow to me. Something I came up with: "She holds on to your words like she's falling"... Maybe just something less literal.

    "Just imagining"
    -This line could be omitted. I feel like it doesn't add much.

    You already know how I feel about punctuation, lol!

    I do love the concept behind this poem, I feel like if you just fixed a couple of things it would be pretty amazing. Best of luck with your favorite football player!

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