Tease Poem by Mark Schowengerdt

This twisted world
Can play with your head
A tree can be a pillow
And the grass could be your bed

A dream becomes reality
When your dream walks by
This seems to happen a lot
As it does a chill comes to time

As that dream keeps strolling
Music in your heart begins to play
And you seem to tell yourself
That both of you will meet one day

*Now the heart, it can take
What this cruel world dishes out
Pain, heartache and suffering
It can take it all, without a doubt

Since you said nothing
The first time you saw her
You plan to speak next time
As so you become an author

You begin writing sweet poems
And riddles and such
But nothing can explain
How you like her this much

The second chance comes
And you watch it slipping past
You try to remember what you wrote
But you're thinking too fast

You stutter as you try
Her beauty makes you freeze
She smiles because you're nervous
You believe you just became a tease

You keep trying to speak
Just trying to impress
But she looks too perfect
In that little country dress

You get up enough nerve
And you say "I love …"
And begin to wake
Staring at the blue skies above