I'll write a poem for you every day we meet,
silently hoping one day to knock you off your feet.
I could sit and make lame rhymes for weeks,
only if this intrigued you would I feel complete.
It's so hard to tell if you'll feel this or not,
no doubt if it reaches your hands my face will be hot.
Rhyming words to steal a spot next to you,
don't really know if it will work or not.
Just know I'll try my hardest to earn that spot. One day ill have the courage to ask if you like me? or not?
For now, let's have fun.
You're a bit adventurous, let's go for a run
barefoot through creeks and rivers,
we'll accomplish things that will leave shivers.
Someone who gave me my first mystery in this life wrote me this poem.
I think I would've loved leaving shivers with you.
I still hurt never giving you a rhyme back.
It comes and goes.