She says,
"Open up your eyes to me," while we were on a blind date.
Some opinions come a bit late; early remarks are great —
And there’s a fearful much of men, of that phrase,
"oh, I'm late."
But I fear when she's running late for our date,
And secretly isn't coming anyway.
So my eyes remain shut; as from first interactions,
It looks for us, this thing isn’t going anywhere!
Apr 4, 2025
Apr 4, 2025 at 4:43 AM UTC
She says,
"Open up your eyes to me," while we were on a blind date.
Some opinions come a bit late; early remarks are great —
And there’s a fearful much of men, of that phrase,
"oh, I'm late."
But I fear when she's running late for our date,
And secretly isn't coming anyway.
So my eyes remain shut; as from first interactions,
It looks for us, this thing isn’t going anywhere!
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