Super sweet ******, unfamiliar to me,
Stumbling, punch-drunk, smiling toward thee.
So easily come, so easily go,
Spiraling, Spiraling, Spiraling. Woe(Whoa.)
Tossed to and fro and hither thither slither,
Such a young flower, so quickly you wither.
Quicker you vanish from mine sight
Save mine mind
As quick as ripe fruit succulent plucked from the vine.
Stained, scattered points of broken light in thine eyes —
I remain, nothing more than just “A pretty cool guy.”
Until our next meeting, will it come?
I don’t know.
Suppose all I can do is
Stick around for the show.