AM Radio

With all the grace of static on the AM radio,

heart begins to leak and speak with no time to be shy.

Her eyes casting a glare as I paced to and fro.

 

Without coherent thought every word began to flow

and march without stumble too quick to be a lie,

With all the grace of static on the AM radio.

 

My voice began to crack and squawk. How was I to know?

The words were short and true, but came out like a cry.

Her eyes still casting a glare as I paced to and fro.

 

I pleaded for more time. I said that I could be her hero.

I saw her start to chuckle and knew I our end was nigh.

With all the grace of static on the AM radio.

 

I knew it all was futile, she had found another beau.

All this wasn’t meant to last but still I had to try

Her eyes casting a glare as I paced to and fro.

 

I had to get out quick so then I began to row

I wished I could move faster, I wished that I could fly

With all the grace of static on the AM radio.

Her eyes casted glare as I paced, no longer to, just fro.