The Girl Garnished In Maroon

The Girl Garnished In Maroon

A Poem by SlimBizkit

A poem inspired by someone that I'm crushing on.

In the corner.
Over there.
Sits the woman.
At whom I stair.

Her lustrous brown hair falls beneath her shoulders.
Her eyes glimmer like the moonlight.
Her teeth escape when she smiles.
They're all straight, and moon-white.

She stands tall.
Wrapped in the maroon dress.
She takes the floor.
Nearer to me; she begins to press.

My palms become sweaty.
I am captured.
The feeling of being love struck.
A love-stricken rapture.

Her beauty explodes in the room.
I lose her in the crowd's laugh and a jeer.
Chills strike through me.
She's whispering in my ear.

With a smile of assurance, she asks,
"Would you like to dance?"
I take her hand and shrug, and although I could barely move,
The girl garnished in maroon was worth a chance.

© 2012 SlimBizkit

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This is cool.It's got a great structure,it uses actual imagery & it's not a massive downer.I like how you can turn a phrase,"Nearer to me; she begins to press".

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