Weeds and thorns
I see you walking in the street you always smile as I roll by, sometimes I wish I was brave enough to stop and talk but I never ever try
She is a stunning Goddess I'm just a broken poet in his chair, I'm not sure if she really smiles at me I wonder does she really know I'm there
Her eyes are so mesmerising I just adore her gorgeous smile, I wish she would stop and have a chat with me if only for a while
Should I bite the bullet just take an opportunity to say hi, maybe it's time to man up and just give my luck a try
What's the worst could happen she could laugh right in my face, I could always put my chair on fast and leave at such a pace
Hell she might stop and chat or even agree to go out for a drink, maybe she wouldn't mind me being paralyzed and not care what others think
That's it I've made my mind up I'm gonna take the bull right by it's horns, let's hope we end up in a bed of roses and not end up in a mass of weeds and thorns
THE KINKY POET