Gray

I see her, from across the room,

Sitting in that chair, next to the broom

 

She's staring out, looking mad,

I sit here stewing, feeling sad

 

Her pencil wrapped with a hair band,

Simply looking at the phone in her hand

 

I get up to go talk to her,

But soon everything becomes a blur

 

I think to myself I need to do it,

But as soon as get up I sit to quit

 

What are you doing, pussy, no balls,

What's gonna happen if she stumbles and falls?

 

Will you be there to catch her, be a hero?

Or will you busy,

Back on ground zero?

 

No. I must do what my heart tells me.

I can't just walk away and flee

 

I'm shaking, palms sweaty and nervous,

My legs proving to be no service

 

I wave a trembling hand, and clear my throat,

The words I try to find are remote

 

You look at me, 

As I meekly proclaim,

"Hello I'm Spencer, what's your name?

This poem is about: 
Me

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