Friday, August 07, 2009
As sweet as sugar
Tip of the tongue shiver
The sight of her in bright green shirt
Full of glee, with me will she flirt?
I try my best to win her over
Coming out my shell, with nothing to cover
If nothing is ventured, nothing can be gained
It is easy to say, I find hard to sustain
Walking to me, she glides over
Full of grace and poise, she is the go-getter
Asked for name and number
I answered with a stutter
Once that was done, begins a new story
The rest that happened, is what people say history
smoke on the water.
12:43 AM