I sit here with a blank head
Holding pen in hand
No thought comes to mind
While I ponder what to rhyme
Shoe and blue?
Bear and care?
Disease and breeze?
What do I write about when I’m feeling blue?
When no thought comes to mind but pictures of you?
Your smile your hair
Your outrageous stare?
Should I write about the blush that feasts
On my body when I sense you near?
Should I reveal the truth of my existence
Is being with you?
Or should I just confess that to you
I don’t even exist…
Is love that hard or am I
Too weak to prove
I’m not a failure
and have nothing to lose.
Chirping Cricket 