Keep Your Eyes On Me Poem by me poet yeps poet

I walked the ramp
in my red stunning dress
half uncovering my curves
all lights were focussed on me
the distant guys could see
all were staring at me

I became the cynosure of all visuals
this I alone did believe

suddenly a large crowd in the distance
laughed and clapped
as I tripped
it slapped up my mind
they were not gazing at me
but on the bar lady
who fell drunk on someone's laps
then only one could realise
all don't stare at ye

a poor actor being gazed
engorged, enraptured
only by judges
so far the thought
all were admiring me
was really not so
now one could see
but an intent
an innate desire only

that was me
poetess
dancing with glee