Love Song
It’s…
the passion that’s splattered in colorful patterns
the craft of an angel whose work is expanded
into unknown fathoms, you’ll know when it happens
but it will never be candid, and will only end badly…
First look and I lost it, the smile only told half the story,
God I wish it was the ending, would have saved me so
much time. The perfect teeth with the slight head cock
to the left, yeah you know exactly what you’re doing,
bitch, the way you shook my hand, and the goodbye at
the end of the night with the light hug and peck on the
cheek, the second meeting was the same, you told me
that I was all you thought about, which made me realize,
I needed a drink, left you standing there confused…
I can’t show interest.
No weakness, no emotion, been there before and I
will never go back.
This is the thought process of all the things that
whirl through my head as you approach, open
the door to shouts of greetings…eye contact…
So much to say but all I can muster is a
“Hey”
and a nervous smile, with my head cocked a bit
to the left.