A Lousy Date With Superman

Here are some words that made their way out of the tips of my fingers and found themselves splattered onto the page arranged in a somewhat poetic fashion.

Big girl boots for a grown man's world
Last year's fashion bought for her by someone else on sale

While walking around the mall looking for Superman,
Or atleast some boy of wonder to fly on in through the window and rescue her belief

Of a colourful world where there's men made of steel ready to give her everything she thinks that loves supposed to be

Educated only by rom coms and playlists from her Iphone
She Spends all Friday night sitting in her room at home alone

Daydreaming by moonlight of a superhero changing in the photobooth

She's not sure exactly who it is she's dreaming of

Will our caped crusader be next year's valentine?

Will Clark Kent have heart shaped tattoo that reads "will you be mine"?

Uh Oh! Looks like this poem is out of rhymes

Too find out more you'll have to stay tuned

Until next time!

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