Littlefinger
dead account
- Joined
- Nov 2, 2009
- Posts
- 1,687
I'm shy. This is my hello.
Logging onto Lit out of boredom
Looking for something interesting to read.
Same old stuff except more catty cat fights
in between the vomit of politico threads.
I stay. I opine. I throw change into the time dump.
Then out of the corner of my eye
I see an interesting name.
Thinking a misspelled troll handle
I realize it's more apt than that
alluding to the sweet and tart.
I stay. I watch it pop up again and again.
Avatars appear and I try not to creep
but I look forward to the new angle
on that sweet, realistic beauty.
This one's a smile! My heart!
Every post she's looking right at me!
I stay. I watch. I slap other posters thinking she will notice.
Surely she has a man, I think.
Then no, a girl, she says.
Aw, then she likes girls, I think.
But no! She likes both! And more!
All kinds! Me too!
I stay. I creep trying not to creep.
How to talk to a gal you can't touch?
Words fail me. I delete this thread five times.
I delete private messages a dozen more.
I try to go on, slapping politicos,
throwing change into the time dump.
I go. Real life is where it really happens, bro.
But I can't help thinking back on that sweet smile
that disposition so laid-back and self-assured.
Nobody who ever wanted a chance
kept silent when they could have spoken.
Hello, I am fond of you.
Logging onto Lit out of boredom
Looking for something interesting to read.
Same old stuff except more catty cat fights
in between the vomit of politico threads.
I stay. I opine. I throw change into the time dump.
Then out of the corner of my eye
I see an interesting name.
Thinking a misspelled troll handle
I realize it's more apt than that
alluding to the sweet and tart.
I stay. I watch it pop up again and again.
Avatars appear and I try not to creep
but I look forward to the new angle
on that sweet, realistic beauty.
This one's a smile! My heart!
Every post she's looking right at me!
I stay. I watch. I slap other posters thinking she will notice.
Surely she has a man, I think.
Then no, a girl, she says.
Aw, then she likes girls, I think.
But no! She likes both! And more!
All kinds! Me too!
I stay. I creep trying not to creep.
How to talk to a gal you can't touch?
Words fail me. I delete this thread five times.
I delete private messages a dozen more.
I try to go on, slapping politicos,
throwing change into the time dump.
I go. Real life is where it really happens, bro.
But I can't help thinking back on that sweet smile
that disposition so laid-back and self-assured.
Nobody who ever wanted a chance
kept silent when they could have spoken.
Hello, I am fond of you.
