I fell asleep thinking about you last night.
I was grinning like mad as my mind took flight.
Tossing and turning, picturing a life we might
share with two cats, a library, delight.
I won't ask you out, I can't, it's just, like...
It's not that I'm anxious or frozen with fright.
It's not rejection but acceptance, my plight.
My love is all spent from my previous life.
And if that's not the final twist of the knife,
my bank account balance is a sad sight.
I guess I'll just rot in my room while I write
about your blue eyes that shine with moonlight.