I am assuming from here on out
That there is nothing I can do
But laugh off your expectations.
The real world is seeping in
The cracks; Mediocrity is success.
It’s a strange thing to expect failure
And a stranger thing to stay
When disappointment is the status quo,
Because roses and parades and names in the clouds
Would end with a why-didn’t-you.
And roses would be the wrong color.
And the parade would be selfish.
And the name in the cloud should have included
A heart, not just letters.
Because, rote or not, if “I love you” isn’t echoed,
It’s not real.

To describe a boy, man, or human I have known for such a short time
Trying to say something sweet and meaningful with a little rhyme
Through using a select number of lines shall prove a difficult chore
Wanting to reveal some truth, but keep him wanting more

Dare I use my wit, charm, and humor to make him smile
To be honest, my thoughts could run on for a mile
****** him with my depth, make him quiver with fear
Or write nothing real, keeping my heart far from near

To find some inspiration, I ponder your face
Your smile and Brown eyes, your warm embrace
The way you reacted, surprised me to my core
I wish you hadn't, for I am weary of what's in store

In getting close or closer, pick whichever word you so choose
Causes butterflies in my stomach, emotions spilling over, starting to ooze
I shan't be real, must keep my thoughts behind my tongue
for being genuine and open with others has left me stung

I have gone over my limit, perhaps leaving more to the imagination
Keep you wondering, guessing, drawing closer to infatuation
With the mystery that is me, unique, a little crazy, but with a good heart
Just between you and me, I am so terribly afraid of what may start.