"Next Time Around"

for an anonymous friend, whom I care for too much.

by Sarah

How many times have I thought, Why?
Why did I let this last chance slip away?
Oh well, maybe next time,
But, the next time is always a day away.

Why can't I tell you, what you tell me?
Why can't I be like any other teen?
As hard as I try, as much as I dream,
I can't get past my natural modesty.

I know I seem nervous, but it's noting bad,
At least from anyone elses point of view;
I hold my breath when you get close,
Can't you see my face turning blue?

Of course you can,
You tell me all the time;
As you tease my worries away,
With that kiddie show rhyme.

Well, I'll try harder next time,
At least, that's what I always say;
Who knows; maybe it will happen,
Maybe tomorrow has turned into today.