For a poet,
When it comes to you I seem to lose
All ability to write eloquently
You leave me heart eyed
Tongue tied
A cheeseball disaster
With my head in outer space
Dreaming about a day we'll live
Side by side, your hand in mine
Out of bad situations
Knowing all really WILL be fine
A life of safety
Of happiness
Of whatever comes after all of this
Though, when I try to say this to your face
Or even over a simple text
I become all heart eyes
Tongue tied
A cheeseball disaster
But I'd rather be cheesy than see that smile leave your face
I'd rather be tongue tied and by your side
Than wondering what we could've become
So, for a poet, I suppose I am well enough off
For now instead of darkness,
I can write of love
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 12:31 AM UTC
For a poet,
When it comes to you I seem to lose
All ability to write eloquently
You leave me heart eyed
Tongue tied
A cheeseball disaster
With my head in outer space
Dreaming about a day we'll live
Side by side, your hand in mine
Out of bad situations
Knowing all really WILL be fine
A life of safety
Of happiness
Of whatever comes after all of this
Though, when I try to say this to your face
Or even over a simple text
I become all heart eyes
Tongue tied
A cheeseball disaster
But I'd rather be cheesy than see that smile leave your face
I'd rather be tongue tied and by your side
Than wondering what we could've become
So, for a poet, I suppose I am well enough off
For now instead of darkness,
I can write of love
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