It was somewhere between the first
And the second
Somewhere between the hearts
And the clubs
About the time I was being educated
And they still wanted to call me a thug
Shrug
And she was one of the few who saw deeper
Didn’t like me for either
She saw above
She saw what was
What is
Familiarity
That is
Emotionally
I sensed a bit
Flicker
I think
Too much
To see the most basic
Of hints
Especially when others
Were being so
Obviously
I felt like she hid
Maybe she did
Make it apparent
I guess
I was till merely a kid
A child
In the world
Getting chided
For moving too slow
Towards these ladies
Available was an ocean
To drink
Which didn’t make sense to me
With a thirst
And dehydration
There wasn’t a link
To the fact
That maybe I should have been fishing
You think
Like most others
They did
Assume I was playing
But that wasn’t my sport
And the game wasn’t amusing
This whole idea of
Catch and release
Rinse and repeat
I babble
Drift away from the topic
It might be nerves
Thinking that
She won’t get it
If I don’t get her to
Think back
She won’t let it
Her mind
Lose track
And I’m kind of out of my groove
Writing some prude facts
And if her interest
I lose that
Because I wasn’t trying to seduce
Writing lyrics
To leave her nude
Show me what’s hidden
Under that loose frock
Tight
Sometimes
Jeans
And a loose top
Then she isn’t who I thought she was
And she wouldn’t be amused at
Confidence
Masked by feigned awkwardness
Smiling to herself
Thinking
So he is interested
Or
So he was interested
It’s easy to see that
But wouldn’t it be easier
To say that
Instead of trying to shine light
Though a mirror with a clear back
The air
Wouldn’t it clear that
That’s the question
I’ll answer
When I hear that