Palpitations in Love

Poor Lover Boy

2,000 miles and a longing for you
Oh what's a boy to do
When late night fantastical thoughts take me right back to where I was
Shrouded in the darkest hue of midnight blue
What to do, what to do
Could I be your baby if I asked that of you
Slurred words tangle up in my mind
The right melody is so hard to find
Picturing eloquent exacerbations
Not able to spit out the right combinations
While trying to grasp what it is about you
Less than a week left alone
Cranking out another sloppy love poem
Fed by a fantasy of envelopment, wanting to be close, chest to cheekbone
What to do is unknown
Slurred words tangle up in my mind
The right melody is so hard to find
Picturing a beautifully spun soliloquy
Weaving crisscrossed words in actuality
All trying to grasp what it is about you
What's a boy to do
What's a poor lover boy to do