To Talk
Nothing in this world
Is really truly perfect
Except for one person
One person I know
This person isn’t actually perfect
As no one truly is.
But she is to me
I wish I could
I can’t tell her
I might die
That’d be too heart wrenching
That’d be to dire
So I shall just marvel from afar
Her perfection
And gaze longingly
At what I cannot have
For I will never
I shall not
Ever
Get the nerve
To Talk to her
Is really truly perfect
Except for one person
One person I know
This person isn’t actually perfect
As no one truly is.
But she is to me
I wish I could
I can’t tell her
I might die
That’d be too heart wrenching
That’d be to dire
So I shall just marvel from afar
Her perfection
And gaze longingly
At what I cannot have
For I will never
I shall not
Ever
Get the nerve
To Talk to her