Just another Guy
I want to write you a poem,
But I can't say I'm good at it,
I thought about writing you a letter,
But I have this habit,
I can't say it's a good one,
Because if it was,
You would have had it.
Along with a million other letters,
I would write you a book,
You being the main character,
Even I would take a look,
I want everyone else to know,
That you are the best,
I know everyone doesn't see it now,
But eventually... I guess.
I know right now you probably thinking...
"He's obsessed!"
I got to admit,
I am pretty close,
But are you kidding me, Who wouldn't be,
You have all rights to boast,
I wish I could say the same on my part,
I wish you were chasing me,
But your aren't,
Instead I am just another guy,
Wanting to be with you,
And I don't want to lie,
Girl I need you,
But I am scared that I might make the wrong mistake,
Leaving me back where I started,
Or worse yet,
Someone you hate.
And I don't know about this poem,
It's got some deep stuff,
But little does it describe you,
If anything, It's not enough.
But that will come in time,
It's eleven o clock p.m.
And I'm struggling to rhyme,
So I guess this is the end,
I am scared now,
Do you have any clue who this is,
You ought to know,
Try looking up
There he is.
But I can't say I'm good at it,
I thought about writing you a letter,
But I have this habit,
I can't say it's a good one,
Because if it was,
You would have had it.
Along with a million other letters,
I would write you a book,
You being the main character,
Even I would take a look,
I want everyone else to know,
That you are the best,
I know everyone doesn't see it now,
But eventually... I guess.
I know right now you probably thinking...
"He's obsessed!"
I got to admit,
I am pretty close,
But are you kidding me, Who wouldn't be,
You have all rights to boast,
I wish I could say the same on my part,
I wish you were chasing me,
But your aren't,
Instead I am just another guy,
Wanting to be with you,
And I don't want to lie,
Girl I need you,
But I am scared that I might make the wrong mistake,
Leaving me back where I started,
Or worse yet,
Someone you hate.
And I don't know about this poem,
It's got some deep stuff,
But little does it describe you,
If anything, It's not enough.
But that will come in time,
It's eleven o clock p.m.
And I'm struggling to rhyme,
So I guess this is the end,
I am scared now,
Do you have any clue who this is,
You ought to know,
Try looking up
There he is.
Written by: Paul Pridham