OBJECTIVE PERSPECTIVE

You, guy who has no balls, just get up and tell her whats up,
Go! Even if you fail,
You lose nothing, you wont even get hate mail,
Stand up straight for godsakes,
Exude anything other than the meekness your soul intakes,

Learn to look her in the eyes when and if she even decides to acknowledge your existence,
Especially if you two should talk, a sign of persistence,
And you, woman, you like him, get off your ass and do something about it,
Dont tell him hi or look at him, hes a guy, guys dont have the SKILL to understand that shit,
You have to be literal, to legit to quit,
He will not pie in the sky come to you, just doesnt work,
He isnt psychic, Magically knowing what thoughts in your brain lurk,

Well its not my fault if he cant pick up my signals,
Then if thats your take, you didnt want him in the first place,
You are stuck in a fantasy wating for magic and grace,
Both of you, all you need to do is put the ball in the others court,
And THEN, see how the two of you can build a fort,
Well thats my take on it, just an objective look,
This poem is long enough to be a chapter in a book!