Please take me by the hand.
It's so cold out tonight.
I'll put blankets on the bed.
I won't turn out the light.
Just don't forget to think about me,
and I won't forget you.
"I'll write you once a week," she said.
Why does it feel the same
to fall in love or break it off?
And if young love is just a game,
then I must have missed the kick off.
Don't depend on me to ever follow through on anything.
But I'd go through hell for you and
I haven't been this scared in a long time.
And I'm so unprepared, so here's your valentine--
bouquet of clumsy words, a simple melody.
This world's an ugly place, but you're so beautiful to me.
I'll think about the times
she kissed me after class,
and she put up with my friends.
I acted like an ass.
I'd ditch my lecture to watch the girls play soccer.
Is my picture still hanging in her locker?
River Court, North Carolina. Photo by Nac. March 2011.