Taylor Nelson Poetry

I saw her onec before, in this same room -
with almost the same people around her.
I wanted to ask her then, but I chickended out. I was too shy.
Mother said I would never get it, if I didn't ask.
So here I go, pushing through the crowd.
Do they hear how my heart is beating?
They don't seem to.
I am sweating so.
Do I dare mop my face? Maybe not.
I'm getting closer now.
What if she dosen't notice me?
She is the sun, I'm a speck of dust.
I hardly cast a shadow.
It's not to late, I could just --
It is too late, she's noticed me.
"Hi there."
"i-uh-i--please mam, may i have your autograph?

Poet: Taylor Nelson