Monica, Monica who?
You know, the one that lives down the street
has rusty hair and far away eyes.
Well, I’m sitting here waiting for her
to walk by and smile
kick start my heart into believing
she’ll give me a reason to
ask her for a date.
Monica seems to be happy
but perhaps she needs some company
on her daily walk to see beauty
before disappearing once again.
Please let this be the day
she stops and sits beside me
so my heart can do cartwheels
be filled with inspiration..
Ignited 