I Can't Get That Girl Off My Brain

I can't get this girl off my brain
I don't even know her name

I know her last name
But damn I need a name to place with her pretty face

I met her at church and she's already got me sinning
I keep thinking about her and it's got my head spinning

I try to write songs but the words don't surface
I keep wishin' I'll see her at the next service

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That girl I met, where I used my nickname to intro. myself; I keep thinking about her. I don't know why.

Its been too long that I need to get laid
Can't take her out for a date 'til next week when I get paid

My mind is obsessing and my heart is torn
Because until payday I will have to settle for porn

Am I doing this right?

reply to post by PTPriceless


Dude, I remember you.

So your pining .
Leave it.
Learn about the person you want to be, that person you would like yourself to be, that person you experimented being when you had the fortune of spending time with her. Take all you learned and be it again, either with her, or someone else.
Yeah, pining can get to a guy. Do you know the old song that says " pick yourself up, dust yourself off, start all over again"?

ITT:

Bad poetry and assorted faulty goods.

and thaaaaaaaats it babby..

reply to post by BirdOfillOmen


I can't seem to get this girl out of my head
out of her clothes and into my bed
down on the floor flat on her back
sweat just a pouring, bodies going smack

I'm feeling it too.

I found out the girls name,
then I spit some fine game.

It turns out her name was Jane Puckett,
now all she want me to do is...play with puppets?

reply to post by PTPriceless


Dear PTPriceless,

But, Edger Allen Poe explained love to us.

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

reply to post by TheLieWeLive


The buxomous beauty that swims through my head,
needs to get naked, and into my bed,
and writhing around with things left unsaid,
the pleasure we reap when the day waxes red.

If only so easy to achieve what we want,
reality assails us from a different front,
the girl in my head, she's driving me mad,
but after I married, she took all I had.

It seems poetry here flows pretty easy when it is about sex. Any chance one of you could easily write a sophisticated poem such as on philosophy or am I just grasping at straws?

good poetry guys! it made my night got me laughing =)

reply to post by BirdOfillOmen


Nice...

I wonder how much young love (and unplanned pregnancies) emerges from meeting at Church. Kind of ironic, when you think about it...