(First of all, I want everyone to know that I am re-editing it after some thoughtful comments from some people. It was a very confusing poem that was hard to follow, but I am hoping to make it more defined and extended. Enjoy!!)
Why am I alone today? Does he know that I'm alive?
Does she see me standing here? If I say something - will she care?
Does he know what day it is? The day of love - he's got to know.
I'll just go tell her - can it hurt? Maybe she'd like to go to dinner.
It's Valentine's Day - if he liked me, he would say something.
I'll just ask her - that's all there is to it.
Oh my god, he's coming this way.
"are you free on friday? Would you like to go grab a bite?"
"I'd love to. Pick me up at 6?"
"Absolutely. See you then."
I can't wait for Friday
I can't wait for Friday
