You twirl your hair
Around a flawless finger
I am now quite hooked
You drop your pencil
My chance bounces across the floor
An ant on hot coals
Snatch it off the ground
You touched it so it's sacred
Look at it, then: “Ahem.”
You want it back now
It flops in my hand – a dead
Fish, and I'm struck dumb
Slack-jawed, I go numb
As your pinkie touches mine
While you grab it back
Swelling with passion
I open my mouth and try
To say stuff: No dice
Can't talk, so I close
My mouth again, looking like
A complete moron
Too damn shy again
Let this slip away – but I
Guess it's typical
Around a flawless finger
I am now quite hooked
You drop your pencil
My chance bounces across the floor
An ant on hot coals
Snatch it off the ground
You touched it so it's sacred
Look at it, then: “Ahem.”
You want it back now
It flops in my hand – a dead
Fish, and I'm struck dumb
Slack-jawed, I go numb
As your pinkie touches mine
While you grab it back
Swelling with passion
I open my mouth and try
To say stuff: No dice
Can't talk, so I close
My mouth again, looking like
A complete moron
Too damn shy again
Let this slip away – but I
Guess it's typical
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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