2 weeks ago
How do I tell her that I think she is beautiful without her screaming and running away?
How do I tell her her heart is a place my once nomadic soul now wants to stay?
Well, perhaps brushing my teeth will be a start- they say women are sensitive to smell
But then, I’m sensitive to rejection, so perhaps it is best not to tell
Her anything at all and hide away find something else to occupy my mind
Like Sudoku quizzes and late night café’s where my teeth I can grind
But I’ve already had my fair share of mind games with this “should I, should I not”?
And late night coffee won’t keep me as warm as that smile she has got
I’ll take a shower and some deodorant spray and up at her work turn
And tell her how I feel, no euphemisms no codes to discern
And, ladies and gentlemen, that is exactly what I did and let me tell you the outcome
But note, I stopped off on the way to buy some mint flavoured chewing gum
Calm the nerves, freshen the breath, you can see I was really trying
And boy oh boy do you have to when your mouth smells like onions perpetually frying
So I entered the store she works in, determined to come across charming
Not like some loser who under hobbies on his CV lists self-harming
I walked up to her thinking of good conversation steerage
And my gum popped out my mouth, smack bang into her cleavage
Determined to be chivalrous I instantly tried to pick it out
And then, “stop it you perve”! is all I heard her shout
I tried to tell her I love her, but above her screams she couldn’t hear
And now I have a sexual harassment charge, and two eyes prone to tear.
How do I tell her I love her? How do I tell her she’s beautiful?
Well, hopefully, somewhere, somehow, maybe translated through birdsong or summer breeze
She’ll hear my honest words. She may not respond, but she’ll know, she’ll know
And perhaps, perhaps, that is all that matters.
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