Flirting=Being FriendlyA Poem by Aristede Craig JrShe likes the way i tango but she is just servicing my table, with this drink that is absent of alcohol and full of oh Hiiiiiiii Yallllllllllllllll can ihave fun? do i have to ask your permission, where are you getting that , flirting,okay you say but slave say say im not one so i wont obey but i love you i love you anyway, but can i dance with my voice to another women ok maybe the first moment i took in beauty but thats all i was doing , admiring her hair, a bit unfair , you wanted attention, i gave you mine but why cant i have fun, for once or twice or how many times that night, i danced in the room sitting down listening to everyone while hearing myself, where did that come from its me silly me if it was flirting,then forgive me, if its because i asked her name forgive me, because years ago i would be the quiet little dude in the corner as they ask for my order, never hearing myself being present but you know what i was present but the love for me from you was absent, or did you not notice, that if i dont start speaking i wont be heard, but if you didnt listen you must have forgotten these words I fell in "Love With You" and i thought i deserved too s p r e a d It .......
By Aristede Craig Jr.
© 2011 Aristede Craig JrAuthor's Note
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