That first look got me moving. The next stopped me cold.
Your smile invited me to be funny, to be bold.
But I've been wrong before. It takes more than a look,
So I did my research (well, I hit up facebook).
I found nothing of warning, and still wished to get on it,
But that's not something to come out and say, so I wrote a sonnet.
(Okay, so that's two lies. They weren't sonnets. There were eight,
One after another, but none of them rate.)
Metaphors with holes in them, all on a string,
Signifying nothing.
Your smile invited me to be funny, to be bold.
But I've been wrong before. It takes more than a look,
So I did my research (well, I hit up facebook).
I found nothing of warning, and still wished to get on it,
But that's not something to come out and say, so I wrote a sonnet.
(Okay, so that's two lies. They weren't sonnets. There were eight,
One after another, but none of them rate.)
Metaphors with holes in them, all on a string,
Signifying nothing.
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