the puppeteer

sitting next to you at the bar wondering if our love is now to far you tell me about the chumps you dated the thought of you make me elated wanting to call you for lunch thinking you like me, but just a hunch willing to change the way i live for the chance to date you i want a bid for the fact that i might have a chance brings tears to my eyes like our first wedding dance loose lips at the work place the best and worst part is the chase if i want you know i must be persistent missing you so i cannot wait another instant what must i do to get what i once had cut my down the drugs by by more than tad your my pride and joy my sweet little thing these emotions are true and there is no acting