Can’t you see, girl?
I’m trying to get to you,
Doing crazy things
that only artists do.
A shadow of your posts
appears on my feed,
my keyboard gets all eager, girl,
A tweet I must set free.
I try to play it cool,
pretend your face don’t matter,
Date one here and there,
But low-key it’s you I’d rather.
My style, very different for
An erudite like you.
Don’t deny yourself the pleasure
Of calling me your beau.
