Looking At Boys - Poem by Joseph Tanner
Looking at boys,
A lie to the naked eye.
When your smile; becomes mine,
I know I’ll be yours.
Could it be fate that we were to mate,
For you then to say we have to date.
Was I too late?
This is our we met ‘cause he couldn’t wait.
Where was patience?
It could have been so much more,
I wouldn’t have been late.
Everywhere I turn I have mates,
Smiling back at me.
Could you be my date?
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