Typecast
I see you the way you scan the crowd
I watch what bodies your eyes study
I hear who you flirt with
I notice these things
But you don't really notice me
At least not like that
I'm a fixture, part of the scenery
When you're hunting, I'm in the background
I'm never in your crosshairs
That's where you're in the wrong
I know who I am, I know what I am
Most importantly, I know I'm not your type
That's your big mistake
You should change those standards
Give me a chance to prove them wrong
I'm not your type, this is true
But, that's also the point
You haven't exactly gotten far with your type
Otherwise you wouldn't still be on the prowl
Would you
Take another look at me
See what you're missing
Try a little variety, it's worth it
I'm worth it
2007-09-30 00:17:52 · 3 answers · asked by tepes1994 2 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Poetry
Another bleeding victim of Cupid's arrow!
nice little poem. I like the feeling and resolve of these lines:
Take another look at me
See what you're missing
Try a little variety, it's worth it
I'm worth it
2007-10-02 20:49:26 · answer #1 · answered by ari-pup 7 · 1⤊ 0⤋
The pain and pleasure of a powerful emotion that is all to well known to every person on this earth, well written, a solid poem, well done.
2007-10-03 06:25:00 · answer #2 · answered by kissaled 5 · 1⤊ 0⤋
I'm surprised this person would pique your interest. What does he/she have going for him/her self? Looks? Sex appeal? And sorry but in this poem you also seem on the prowl and somehow not getting very far. Its like that pot and kettle thing.
2007-10-06 16:53:21 · answer #3 · answered by recallthis2004 3 · 1⤊ 0⤋