Dark Countenance
by Guinevere G.

The face who caught my interest brought me nigh
Dark countenance; late proved not sweet but foul.
My smile was summoned by first silly lie.
Little knew I then would he start to prowl.
In all places, he of me would follow.
Hand heavy on the shoulder leaning close;
The boy invites his self of me wallow.
All day he asks and answer makes morose.
Girlfriend of his I never will become.
When I leave he tries to make me linger,
And leaves him the embrace that fear does numb.
Gifts of rings he forces on my finger,
If you your self are thus wise samely toyed
Imperatous of he you should avoid