forgive me
i am the little boy
that dances around
your daughter
in parking lots
i am fond of her
purity which i mistake
for innocence and her
stories about pink
zingers
although my expectations
are much more lewd
i am the one
trying to make her happy
beyond just laughing
at my jokes
i am all that
and all the silliness
of infatuation
busting out in
sneaky little kisses
and a smile
when i am next to her
Hard to be so honest with a swelled up roll of lifesavers in your pocket. Good job. I like this poem. James