Thursday, June 6, 2019

Poetry, Ok



I would love to tell her how I feel
And make her laugh
She will think I'm amazing
And way too good-looking to be true
I will look at her boobs too much
She will laugh demurely when she notices
And slyly give me the "Go" sign to continue

She'll ask how I could do it
Love her in the way she wants
Yet leave her when she needed me, when we were young
I'll tell her the truth, how I could not stay
To watch her love another
When I felt as though I was betrayed

But now today I step to the plate
And hope to see her face
When I turn the bat against fate
Then again, for her, I can wait