Fortune

My fortune to be single perpetually
Years and years with no reprieve
Slowly I age, status quo frozen
As if cursed without my knowledge
My wrongdoing completely unknown
I must be a Beast somehow…
Physically not perfect, yes my waist is wide
Still, my character shines with close friends nearby
One true gentleman to romance me I seek
How can that be too much to ask?

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s