• That girl's got eyes like
    1975
    and enough stress in her red dress that
    those eyes are on fire
    and i want to own those eyes
    so i buy her a dozen roses,
    but she's allergic to
    pollen,
    so she throws them away
    without even reading the note that says,
    "I could love you.."
    That girl's got eyes like
    1975
    and enough hurt in that jean skirt that
    those eyes are on ice
    and i want to kiss those thighs
    so i write her a short, little poem
    in a notebook the same color as
    pollen
    and think about
    giving it to her,
    but i find i fear her rejection
    that she will see the page
    then rip it up
    without first reading a
    line or two
    of the poem i wrote
    about those ('75) brown eyes
    without hearing first
    "I could love you.."