My mind is blank

My words are few

So I'll be frank

I love you

 

My poem holds rhyme

I'm left to speak this

In or out of time

It's you who I miss

 

I know I'm caught in the friend zone

I know I'm stuck there in a bind

If a Penney won't work I'll take a loan

To figure out what is it on your mind

 

My poems I wrote there of you

Ariel, trees, and The Dream

And I said my words, they'll be few

I guess they're not so it would seem.

 

Good night, you thief,

Good night, you fiend,

Hello belief

Hello my dream