You're a cat and I'm a squirrel,
Looking for a nut in all the wrong;
Places - cause what's a fella doing in a barrel;
Shooting fish with a nickel and a song,
Those are dime a dozen and I've got a dollar;
For the jukebox to make you dance,
Because with you I want romance;
Not sport a tag and a brand new collar,
But am I really reaching far?
Aren't you down to earth?
I never wished upon a star,
Because I've always had in me mirth;
Always knew I would meet you,
But I'm not me anymore;
Thought I needed but I really want so much more,
Than long walks by the sea shore and beaches too;
I'm dying inside from jealousy and doubts,
Want to throw a fit and shout;
Never had these feelings before,
They unsettle me to the core;
You've struck a chord,
And I no longer wish to strum my solo;
This guitar has sliced my fingers like a sword,
Yet I still am humming my wretched tune; pro bono;
But I must let go of you and your truthful lies,
I hope to forget the memory of your amber eyes...
© okpoet