So, there's this girl I like.
I mean, I just met her.
But I think I like her.
I mean, I like the way she stands,
like her shoulders can withstand
whatever avalanche of accident happens.
I like the way her eyes glance at the floor.
I like the ways she demands without a word.
But so much to say.
I must muster a way.
Without learning to just lust her and play.
The same game week after week
I get weak seeing we, are losing ourselves.
We, looking for something great
I forget what I have, and I have it all.
Nothing but opportunity.
Vigor and spit vinegar and wit.
I willing to commit.
Everything I have to get.
For now.