Hit and Miss
I used to see her riding her bicycle
down our street everyday
Most times I would smile and wave,
occasionally I would shout hi
But always wishing I had more to say
One day, I worked up the nerve
to finally ask her what's her name
She blushed, then told me,
and sped off faster than she came
The summer of that year,
new thoughts blossomed in me
Fresh tendrils of virgin feelings
Excitement was the rush that carried
my unfurled heart out to sea
So I saved up my affection all winter
When spring arrived,
I saw her riding by,
and I flung true to the object of my desire
That snowball hit her in the back of the neck
After that fiasco, my summer fling had flamed out
We never became more than polite friends
I often wish with regret,
the snowball I threw true that day
I wished that snowball had missed,
I sent the wrong message to her
I wished instead I had threw her a kiss
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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