Clowning around

Sometimes I'm just a clown hanging around making others happy when I make funny sounds Jokes they tell at school that often break the rules Pretending to be something others think as cool I wonder if she feels me, looking at her back not looking for violence but some kind of attach I see her from time to time and just wish for that crime Meeting her with a smile and the words we both lack I wonder if she's writes poetry just like me If she wrote a book. I wish I could see. She uses the computer and copy machine I'm tempted to walk over and ask her of such things Though not as beautiful as she use to be Her age is just a disguise that's nothing to me I could still kiss her with passions that won't flee Or could I be a drone and she a Queen Bee My shyness shows me things that I will never see Like while I'm watching her she's looking back at me I plan a false encounter that will probably never be And if by chance I meet her, Could I dig to that degree And find the buried treasure waiting just for me The many times I've seen her and wished it just to be I find it just natural for the many lonely I see I finish writing these words wondering what will be Will I be refreshing if she would speak to me Would she be responsive and show a little glee Would she then ask my why, I never spoke before because when it comes to women I never know the score (Writen just sitting here.)