Girlspoem

GIRLS

Why in the world did you make girls?

Some so beautiful my head I have to twirl.

Does she know in me she creates a sensation?

I have started thinking of the word creation.

So many around so gorgeous,

My mind seems frivolous.

How the hell am I supposed to just stay with one?

I want all the pretty ones as they come,

Then these things I want none.

I know they are all but your form,

The rose comes with the thorn.

Show me the path I pray to you.

Then I will know what to do.