A guy once asked me
If I thought he was hot
While I was picking
Forget me nots
For my girlfriend.
I turned to him and said...
"Dude,
I'm literally picking these
Forget me nots
For my girlfriend."
And it's true,
I'm not always great with words.
Even the birds
Sometimes chirp out if key,
But me being a poet
I'm expected to know
What to say under any circumstances.
I can't even stop the
Second glances
When I say things like,
"Do you think
Barack Obama
dances in his underwear?"
I swear
I don't mean it like that.
Me talking
Is just like pulling something
Out of a magician's hat:
You never know what you're gonna get.
And you're more likely to get bit
By a shark than
Win the lottery,
And baby
I won the lottery when
I laid my eyes on you.
And even though
I have my foot in my mouth so often
My shoe
Is covered in spit
I'll still tell you of the time
I lit my math homework on fire
And sent you a picture,
So you wouldn't call me a liar.
Yeah, I did that.
But I'm more embarrassed about
Raising my hand
Or playing keyboard
In my band
Than that.
So pull whatever you want out of my hat.
So long as it's not a rabbit
Cuz, man those things got rabies!
And of all the maybes
In my life I'm glad I risked one on you.
Because I never thought someone
Would like me back
Traits that attract
Is something I lack.
So if I seem a bit hesitant
It's because I'm betting that
This is all some cruel joke,
Just another poke at the bear
That's practically ripping out
Her hair already.
But anyways,
Here are some forget me nots.
Hopefully you don't mind these crappy
Jots
Of sentimental value.
Mind you,
The flowers smell great.
So would you like to
Maybe go out
On another date?
Dedicated to a special person.
