I pray to God in earnest, that He may take away my gift as a poet. And the only reason I say this, is because it's hard for guys like us to live in the afterglow of the limelight. What that means, is that the girl of your dreams, who may also be the muse behind your lyrics, may also be that who is she, who every other guy wants to be with. And guess what?! Most of these women are not going to want to be with you for your penmanship.
In that spirit, I will try to go for the prettiest girl in school anyway, because I feel like I deserve her attention, just as much as any other guy does. Miranda Cosgrove has been my muse, at least for the last two years.
There's nothing about her flowing, root beer hair or her flawless olive skin, there's nothing about that giggle in her voice or the almonds in her eyes that makes me not want to consume her. I want to fall in love with every inch of this female, but then I realize that when it comes to entertaining others, it really is nothing personal.
Get real! You know Miranda, if you are reading this, that NBC is exploiting your sweetness here. My heart skips a beat when I see you on TV; how bad do you think I hurt, when I see you in a series that references pornography?!
Oh, I'm not saying that I'm not attracted to you enough to make a sex movie with you, but I respect you a little more than that! My purpose here is not to tell you you're wrong, but that you should call me sometime, because I come from the 1990s, and between us, I just feel like we could be the "next thing!"
Think about it, Miranda; I am the "Anonymous" face on your device's screen...
