Of All the Stupid Things to Do

It seemed so smart,

At least at the time,

To spill out my heart

Through writing with no rhyme.

Of all the stupid things to do,

I gave that little note to you.

It was in that split second, my soul

Panicked, and so to my room I ran.

Onto the floor I did roll,

For then was when my true hell began.

Of all the stupid things to do,

I had turned and ran away from you.

Now nearly three days are past,

From you, I received nothing but a glance.

I do not care, but why does this pain last?

Alas! 'Twas 'cause I thought I stood a chance,

For of all the stupid things to do

My friend, I fell in love with you.