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Untitled - Jay Legaspi

Oh my

Every time with those perfect lines

And turns of phrase

That turn my head her way

But I kick up dust in frustration because

I can't muster what I need to say

She's why

Lately I'm reduced to goofy smiles

And that alone deserves a word of thanks

But a forest's worth of crumpled paper is what's

Come of writing what I need to say

I guess I could tell her I love her

But that borders on the absurd

The haste could make this crush a smother

And make love a 4 letter word

I guess I could tell her I love her

But chattering teeth keep me mute

Could these clammy hands give her comfort

And does she find stuttering cute

Oh oh oh oh oh oh I'll

Throw the towel on the mat tonight

But tomorrow is my laundry day

The rise of the sun brings another round one

In the fight for all I need to say

I'll stick to my guns take my shot if it comes

Fully aimed with all I need to say