I could lick your face
Grab the side of it and go
In your car
The taste of tart
Tip of my tongue
A flavor I must learn
To acquire
If I can
I know you come with tart
I can see it
On your palms
Soft but with a callus
Or two
Don’t worry
I don’t need to hear it
I can see her right there
You do a terrible job of hiding
What you don’t know
Is that I beat you
To your own…
Punch-line.
Category: nervous
Or…
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Yes?
No?
I thought not.
If one was not certain though,
Surely we could leave room open
And between us
We could create
An
Or.
Perhaps come back to it
On day when you’re open
For
I would wait a hundred years
Just for a moment
A moment with you
We could create our…
…Or…
Second Thoughts
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Second Thoughts
At first glance
Will surely kill me
Ostentatious
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You once called me articulate
I couldn’t possibly forget
I stood naked before the class
Waiting for a cold assessment
Of my character
Who I am as a person
Stripped away with mere words
Words that no amount of years could heal
Instead you looked at me
Told me I could do
What I set out to do
And I thank you so much
For you see
I still haven’t a clue
What ostentatious means
Super Awkward Girl 