I don’t rhyme very much
cos’ it’s much too tough,
the stress on my brain is way too rough.
Sometimes though, the pain is worth it.
I was floating in the surf
hoping it wasn’t a shark
pit,
thinkin’ about the girl I like
wondering if she’d had enough of me.
There’s something about her,
she’s got this aura I can’t ignore
and I adore her.
Every morning,
before the day comes swarming,
and too many thoughts fill my head
for me to get out of bed,
I see her face,
and hear the words I should have said.
But it’s not a race
and I wish for more time;
to make her mine,
to change her mind.
Make this something that’ll last,
make me forget my past.
I guess it’s a gamble,
the die is cast
and I tend to ramble
cos’ she makes me nervous
every time I try to speak about us.
I can’t be weak,
can’t let my resolve leak,
she has to know how I feel
and for my soul,
she has the power to heal.