Why dont we talk more?/
You say you want to, but then/
you vanish quickly.

Don’t women know: When/
they make a booty call to/
a guy, just do one!

I’m such a putz/
I must drive you nutz.
To have forgotten your birthday,
in my own unique way?
I’m truly a bonehead delux.

If you weren’t so cool/
I probably wouldn’t drool/
over you so much,
and be so out of touch,/
like a silly fool.

Men go to dances/
where you aren’t and discuss if/
they can melt your ice.

I can’t explain
you to myself,
nor my brain.
I look at you in wonder,
and wonder:
“Am I going insane?”
To like you so much;
to want to reach you,
to reach out for you,
and to feel and give touch.
To feel like I should
refrain,
and I would
if I could.
It’s more than I can explain.
But I like it.
A lot.
Two Wordsworth.

I think that girl is/
attractive. She makes my heart /
swell and go active.

I often take the chance to stare/
at the photo you sent when you cared./
It was meant to delight me,/
but now you don’t write me./
I don’t think it’s very fair.-

I cant get you off/
my mind. If YOU need to call/
and talk please do so

I can’t tell you what/
I thought. I don’t know you that/
well. I can’t chance it.