One Poem Edited To Two

The Cute Guy Sitting Nearby

Pretty pink shirt
Sitting next to me
Pretty purple tie
Sandwich eaten and thrown away
Distress on your face
Like you’ve forgotten something
Like you’ve made a mistake
Such short cropped hair
Head in your hand
Fiddling with you computer
Hand over your mouth
Scratching your neck
So perplexed
Keys and wallet
On the table
Out of sight
Is it work?
Or is it school?
Fidget in your chair
Making me fidget in mine
Fascinating really
Humans in general
This effect you have
Now you seem a little short
I’m not too concerned
Though I’d feel the same
If you were a little too tall
But you’re cute enough
Seem nice enough
To give you a chance
Despite your height
Or lack thereof
It’s not in the look you know
Common misconception
It’s in the mannerisms
Those catch my eyes
Those make me spy
(Sorry for the cheap rhyme)
Brave pink shirt
Dashing purple tie



Blind Date

Oh, how I would talk to you
If I thought you would care
If I thought you would look at me
Instead of just seeing
I feel sorry for you
All of you
Such a deception I carry out
Pretty voice
And pretty mind
And pretty heart
To hide the lack of a pretty face
Shouldn’t I feel sorry for me?
But I feel sorry for you
It just doesn’t seem fair
That you should like me so
Just to face disappointment
Just to be forced to reject
Because of the lie
Because of the misdirection of my thoughts
The touch would make you shudder
The sorrow would overwhelm
As you thought
Dreamed
For something better

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