How can I tell her?
How, in my inferior being
can I articulate the burning
deep within my heart?
Insurmountable beauty radiates
from her entirety
No man can ignore it
a smile so radiant
a laugh so contagious
a love so pure
so perfect
I can't tell her
No, no I can't tell her
the truth
the way i feel.
I don't fear action
I fear a consequence
I'm hopeless
I'm the frog, not the prince
She's the princess
I'm sitting here
wasting my time
wishing I knew
what to do.
I'm sitting here
without a paddle.
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It's totally a green stop sign!
ReplyDeleteGreat images. The burning in your heart. The speaker of the poem as a frog, not a prince. Sitting, without a paddle.
Very nice.
I agree with Nelson. The frog part was my favorite. It spoke to me.
ReplyDeletesnap, snap, snap.