Agony
Damn! What's wrong with me?
Right before I go and make the leap,
The very thing urging me on
Just up and falls asleep.
She stood right before me;
I could see the expectancy in her eyes.
Her very expression told me
My intention was no surprise.
If only the question would've crossed my lips,
Then my ears could've received her answer
And I would've had my chance!
My chance to romance'er!
A few seconds' agony
Instead of another week's hell;
A few short syllables
And all would've been well!
Instead comes some line about studying,
And she should give me a call.
Nothing shall come of this!
Nothing at all!
Next week I get my final chance
And I will definitely
Claim my dance.
December 4, 1997
©1997 Jason R. Cunningham
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