Dead Girl's Memoir

Stay

A man of his word, he seemed to be,

if you had met him, I'm sure you'd agree.

He'd strut through the room with his head held high,

he'd smile at pretty ladies and simply just try.

But trying was unnecessary with his looks,

He was like the men from my fairytale books.

I stayed far away and watched as he worked,

I'd watch his muscles flex through his sweaty t-shirt.

I felt ashamed of my constant staring,

the way my eyes would follow without even caring.

But he had me hooked in that way,

it's a pity that I couldn't stay.

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This poem was already in the description, so I'll post another right after this.
Feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments, it really encourages me to write more.