by J.J. Campbell
it was the kind of beauty
that made grown men
question their lives
it was the kind of beauty
that young boys only saw
in the dirty magazines they
stole from underneath their
older brother's bed
no one could quite
understand why that
beauty was interested
in me
honestly, neither could i
and since i'm one of these
analytical fools, i just
had to know
that eventually drove
beauty away
you have kids and a
happy marriage now i
guess
i'm still here, stuck in
neutral
wondering if this is my
destiny
or worse,
wondering if the cruelest
trick has already been played
and destiny moved on without
me
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