Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Damn this, Every time, Every stinking time

Every time
A simple problem
Stops me cold
I know it isn't huge
But it crushes my chances
If I knew you better, I might ask
But I don't even know your name
So it won't even begin
Love can be
A Herculean task
When you are no hero
No legendary man
Just an introvert
A romantic poet
With no special talent
Not even with words
No famous name
No money
Nor sexy looks
Or wit
Nor muscles on my frame
Nor glory or fame
I am a loser
So why should I wonder
I shouldn't even bother
I'll go home
Crawl into bed
And hide under covers
Where no one knows me