I'll never dance
I know you love me.
I know you try.
but youre just not as creative as the other guys.
I want to go to prom.
To dance the night away.
But you'd rather be stalking deer than be at prom anyday.
Youre sweet and kind.
Not like the rest.
But for once i wish you'd dress up in a vest.
I envy those girls whos guys bring them bouquets of flowers and signs saying "homecoming?" She then grins wide and yells yes as people start to gather.
This poem is about:
Me