A Fool can Love a Goddess, Right?
I am such a fool,
Couldn't have told her that I loved her,
Even when I had the chance,
Couldn't look her in her hazel eyes,
Couldn't tell her what's on my mind,
Cause even when I tried,
The words turned to static in my mind,
Butterflies formed within my chest,
And turned to stone in my throat,
And all that came out was a tiny croak,
My Aphrodite,
I choked,
Yes, my Aphrodite,
I choked,
Is this all some twisted joke?
Never had stage fright before,
But when I tried to tell her that I want more,
My Aphrodite,
I choked,
I thought I should write to her instead,
But my Goddess never got my message,
And it's all because I choked,
Yes, My Aphrodite,
I choked.
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