U/

might never know/

how things grow/

and flow/

and snowball/

when u call/

off the wall./

U think it’s just a call./

That’s all./

But/

it’s not./

For sure,/

it’s much more.

As non-trite/

and inerudite/

as U say/

U R,/

I hope it’s alright,/

and you”ll delight/

that I text U,/

(but not vex U!),/

from afar./

I’m worrying about U a lot,/

not/

because you’re hot,/

(though that’s true,/

too!)/

Caring is just what/

I do./

So how r U?

Bcuz I get U/
IM gonna let U/
go/
so/
u can love, care4, feed/
those who need/
U/
more than I do./
When U/
want 2/
let me, luv, in,/
I’ll try again.

No/

one/

was ever won/

by being shy/

or coy./

Yet I,/

a boy,/

fear to tread openly,/

and, instead,/

slyly/

tell a joke;/

send a poke,/

from me 2 thee