This marks the third time in a row
I have written about you,
light from the screen taunts me
my own words mock my fingertips.
By now I should have it figured out
I should know what to say to you
but the heart in me trembles
at the thought of seeing your face.
Third time lucky they say
Luck is for the foolish I say
It never works for me
So why would it this time around?