I'm getting good at this
Should I or should I not
On this winter day that is anything but hot
Talk to the one since June
As she listens to some tune
But once I open my mouth
She'll just go south
Now would people give advice?
On just how to roll the dice?
"Time ticking by", I say
On a depressing day
When will I have the heart?
To take in part
Of that evening dance
At the gaze of her lovely trance
But as I continue to think
It feels like my thoughts are in the sink
For so long I have been filled with guilt
Long enough for my plants to wilt
Now I shall play a little game
To see who knows the one's name
Only one person knows
Without the help of little bows
Then when our minds bend
This poem finally comes to an end.
On this winter day that is anything but hot
Talk to the one since June
As she listens to some tune
But once I open my mouth
She'll just go south
Now would people give advice?
On just how to roll the dice?
"Time ticking by", I say
On a depressing day
When will I have the heart?
To take in part
Of that evening dance
At the gaze of her lovely trance
But as I continue to think
It feels like my thoughts are in the sink
For so long I have been filled with guilt
Long enough for my plants to wilt
Now I shall play a little game
To see who knows the one's name
Only one person knows
Without the help of little bows
Then when our minds bend
This poem finally comes to an end.