My Fault (1) Poem by Quinn Talen

It was my fault she rejected me,
Because I had gotten too close.
It wasn't supposed to happen,
But fate really played with me.

It was the end of the summer,
Just a little close to the spring.
When I had set my eyes on her,
I was warned to stay away.

My first impression of her,
Was of a high school girl.
Friendly, lovely..... Cute....
A little seductive... Oh my.

Taking a stroll that night,
Laughing at the sound of,
Buzzing streets and ramblings,
It was a perfect night or so I thought.

But that thought was my first mistake,
Cause I had been warned to stay away.
'What could possibly go wrong with her '
That was what I had thought that night.

But everything could possibly go wrong,
But not that night though.... No that night! ?
It was perfect....... Glorious and beautiful,
Because it was a night of pure estacy.

It was a breazy night when everyone was asleep,
I had gone through her gallery as a distraction.
But she had layed still beside me all through,
Not uttering a single word... She was patient.

When I was sure no one was awake at the time,
'This is what I want to do right now... I want you'
I had whispered this into her tiny ears.
And then I climbed over with a swift motion,
And gazed at her from above with blurry eyes......