Poem: That One

That one

She doesn’t really know me, and maybe never will.
But every time I see her, I feel a little chill.
My heart goes for fifth gear, my sentences get stuck
Gravity goes opposite and cheeks fill up with blood.

She doesn’t know I like her, would I for her suffice?
In half a second she could find some one twice as nice.
On reflection do I want to know what she thinks of me?
In rejection theres a chilly air, there, for eternity.

True love like a salesman, seen ten times before,
Comes knocking through my stolen mind, on my hearts door
But what’s this he’s selling to my aching inner core?
An experience like none other gone before.

And now the moments passing, and I don’t feel quite as bad.
She’s after someone else now, a far, far better lad.
Ammo for the salesman as he turns and walks away,
I guess my heart lives to skip, some other frightful day.