buck teeth sez: "whut?"

i want to know you more
you may no know who its for
like the strands of your hair
dancing on the breeze of the air

what's on your mind?
oh please to me, be so kind.
i hope you'd see and find,
open your ayes, don't be blind

your actions are a mime
seems like we don't rhyme
how come it seems like a crime?
me wishing that you'd be mine.

longing for your smile
seen as far as a mile
i'm willing to walk in style
hoping this will be worthwhile.

im always the last to say
allow me to talk to you if you may
don't let the skies turn gray
fresh like the morning wind on the bay...

sigh.