Close Enough

A poem about messing up when nervous.

I feel queasy and my hands sweat,
I like you a lot, even though we just met.

You are so handsome, and I am so plain.
When I see you I feel like I'll faint.

I look into your eyes, ready to speak
all of a sudden my knees feel weak.

I open my mouth, thoughts race through my head.
Oops, I kind of just slapped you instead.

Close enough.

Reviews

[El-Amin Yusuf Alronawy]

Kinda cool. I bet the guy is "not" that handsome. Lol.

[Goat]

Not after he got slapped.

[El-Amin Yusuf Alronawy]

Sure. But ya decision is too harsh- what if he turn you down?

[Marie]

You got really nervous, didn'tyou?

[Goat]

Maybe.....yes.

[Michael Stevens]

Ha, a little slap humor; and thank you for the friend request!

[Goat]

Thanks for reviewing my poem!

[dizzychrissie]

This is so sweet. I think we all have felt this way and acted this way at some time or another. Liked it a lot

[Goat]

Thank you. This based off me....every day.