Moron

Here I write a story of a girl whose guts come and go

And a boy she cannot read, one who goes with the flow

Almost everyday she checks the theater’s latest shows

With a thought that to him, she’s just his pathetic movie bro

They would share a bucket of popcorn together

And she would lay her head on his shoulder

Awkward or not, the thought she didn’t even bother

Perfect for the popcorn, her heart melts like butter

They would laugh at the cheesy things together

And carefully not touch the hands of one another

And when it comes to blood, gunshots, and many other

Hiding her face behind his back makes ever

ything better

Before the show they would get something to eat and have lunch together

They would chat and all that and she would have a smoke or two after

He’d either say he doesn’t smoke anymore even if he still does or ask for a cig

Either way, to her every scene built her expectations and it was something big

They would walk around together as she rants on and on

For she talks a lot, and the boy listens and leads her on

And after the date, she would put her thinking cap on

Realizing that when around him she’s such a moron