Sometimes dreams
Actually come true
The world at your feet
Fresh and brand new

Sometimes you win
Just before you lose
The process of love
The first time through

Sometimes you take
More than they got
Nobody warned you
And now you have not

Sometimes you need
To give it away
Just think of all
The love you could save
...

Friday is your prom night
And I'm not worried
Or afraid
Because my *** might implode
When I see you in your dress
(Although, that is a concern)

But I'm afraid because
Despite your claim that he's just a friend
I know how he'll think
Because I'd be thinking the exact same thing

I'm afraid of
How close he'll hold you on the dance floor
The way he'll put his arms around your waist

I'm afraid of
If he'll introduce you to his friends as “his girl”
What he'll whisper in your ear to make you giggle

I'm afraid of
What he'll do when the music stops
Where he'll try and take you when dancing gets boring

I'm afraid
You'll go with him

I'm afraid
That you'll spend less of your prom night on the dance floor
And more in bed
With him.

my poems
with feeling
i guess
are no longer
considered
good.

what do you want
me to write
do you want things
that don't make sense
or things that
are off topic

the only thing
i can write
is feeling.

and those poems
seem to
be
out of season.