You seems so alone with a soft spoken tone,
I thought you didn't like anyone, but I think your a ton of fun,
Maybe you'll notice my silent write, every single fucking Friday night,
A girl will save me, better than poetry shall rave me,
Think you'll ever notice me, think you'll ever say R-O-B
My rhymes feel like they are too simple, like an over-stuffed pimple,
My blemish is not clean, my sanity is now seen,
I doubt she will ever see this guy,
When hidden on page,
Happy, mad, sad or rage.
My emotion is art, it's also my heart.
(I got myself all worked up by writing this, self-doubt is venomous.)
She said not this Friday, but the next.
Confidence men.
