Tell Me

Tell me I don’t make you smile,
And squirm
In the best sense of the word.
Tell me I’m vile,
Ensured
That I can’t make your thoughts heard
With flowers and sweets,
In rhythm and beats
That could simply drive you crazy
Tell me the things you tell yourself
That are, frankly
More than a bit hazy
I dare you
To just once
Not let me scare you
And in months
You’d be laughing in fits
And in ink you’d be writ
With words still unthought
And passion unwrought
So, go head lovely
Tell me I’m not worth it
To wild and on a wire
Tell me I can’t make you yell
Because I’m young and unrequited
Tell me I don’t make you laugh
And fill your eyes with fire
Then sure you could call me unromantic
But I could call you a liar.