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?