I should send clichés or lovely silly texts,
And what would Her respond withhold,
A laughing emoji and painful nothing next,
Wow! It gotta be the cliché (to over told),
Or Her didn’t notice the most unsexy flirt,
So hard having the digits of your crush.

Hustle one or two hands to do a phone call,
I’ll do anything, way before got Her notice,
Whatever, calls are unpredictable,
Hint I’m cute, funny, depressing or banal,
Hope She isn’t busy, sleepy, just not right now,
But not answering and I crying until heaven come down,
So hard having the digits of your crush.

Settle, like pics, sending love arrows through socials,
But seem like a creep; having nothing on my profile,
If we’re dating, my page overload with pics of Her,
Go old school, sorry, meant Facebook but it’s lame,

After I did everything then She says,
“I just don’t like you.”