Today's poem is called A 'helping' Hand. Enjoy:
Of course I want you to open the door for me,
I’m sure my delicate hands couldn’t handle the weight.
Yes, I love when you talk to me like a child.
It’s invigorating to know where my place is in the world.
Please do make all my decisions for me,
It’s not like I have thoughts of my own.
You are such a ‘gentleman’.
A girl can feel ‘lucky’ by your side.
The envy of all her friends, I’m sure.
Forgive me if I’m not blown over by your dry jokes.
The out of date and over used wisecracks,
The phony smile and fake laugh.
I’m sure you strike gold with many girls,
Fawning at them and complimenting their curls.
But I desire more sustenance.
More than a man with few ideas and some flowers,
Or some old cliché chivalry.
I am not a damsel in distress.
Tell me your darkest secrets, spill your geeky guts.
Surprise me with wit and wonder.
Don’t tell me some made up fairy tale.
Just show me the real you.
Of course I want you to open the door for me,
I’m sure my delicate hands couldn’t handle the weight.
Yes, I love when you talk to me like a child.
It’s invigorating to know where my place is in the world.
Please do make all my decisions for me,
It’s not like I have thoughts of my own.
You are such a ‘gentleman’.
A girl can feel ‘lucky’ by your side.
The envy of all her friends, I’m sure.
Forgive me if I’m not blown over by your dry jokes.
The out of date and over used wisecracks,
The phony smile and fake laugh.
I’m sure you strike gold with many girls,
Fawning at them and complimenting their curls.
But I desire more sustenance.
More than a man with few ideas and some flowers,
Or some old cliché chivalry.
I am not a damsel in distress.
Tell me your darkest secrets, spill your geeky guts.
Surprise me with wit and wonder.
Don’t tell me some made up fairy tale.
Just show me the real you.