30% chance of

exchanging glances and dreaming up romances
him or her; who's not giving the chances?
his eyes are screaming confidence, and that ain't shit
no action, just plain cowardice.
he's remebering that forecast, it was looking grim
but her face was a sunny day
those doppler hacks can't sort copper from tin
turn around, turn hard, and go get her!
show her who's better!
soon, she'll be gone like a feather and he's just getting deader.