Rehearsing conversation
In front of a mirror
Pretty prose; plenty persuasion
Topics of talking for when I’m near her

‘Good evening ma’am,’ I say with smile
Panicking, as practice packs its bags
I vomit words all the while
My brain expels errors and lags

Charisma forgotten, conversation comes clunky
The girl grins, and eyes sparkling, she answers me
Her sentences just as awkward and clumsy
We don’t need to speak like poets to have chemistry