and then wake up in poetry

find a girl unimpressed
by boys who play guitar
hold onto her like treasure
like the miracles they are
know you hit the lottery
with that very first kiss
there are not many of them
they’re too easy to miss
do your best to maybe find
one who plays the git herself
hope to hell she likes to laugh
that she’d put you on her shelf
pray profusely
roll the dice
it’ll prob’ly never happen
but it would be pretty nice