Cause of Death.

I'm Standing here filling up my Tank at the Gas station
Drip.
I'm stuck driving around in a car that's considered ancient.
Drip.
A car Pulls up, Mercedes-Benz with a convertible Drop
Drip.
A fine looking woman steps out, tight black jeans and a very exposing top.
Drip.
I walk over to her, and I introduce myself real quickly.
DripDrip.
We talk for a while, and I ask if she wants to get some dinner with me.
Drip.
She says "Sorry, but i have my boyfriend coming later to get me".
Drip.
She opens her front door and gets some matches out of her benz
Drip.
She Says "I'm Sorry, but we can just chill and be regular friends!"
DripDripDrip.
She lights a match, lights a smoke, tosses the match on a ground and says Bye
Drippity Drip.
Into a puddle, which smells somethin like gasoline.
Drip.
I look at my car, and see my tank overflowin' on me.
Drip.
The gas lights, and makes its way to the tank of my car.
Drip.
All i can think is "This must be the worst of all my days so far."
DripBOOM.
Damn, i think i just got burned, by the girl and the Gas.
Now i'm thinkin " i knew girls would be the death of me,"
As I lay here, just dead, on my ass.

Could it Be...?

She never fades away from the main flow of my mind
She has a mansion in my head and stays there all the time.
Even as I write this poem or silly little rhyme.
She floats around,for some reason that I can't seem to find.
Is it because some four-letter word that represents deep affection?
No, that can't be why, because i'm not part of that lucky section.
Never Was and Never will be, i'm just not a lucky guy.
But i'm still living, so i just look up to the sky.
Looking at passing clouds and the Sun going by.
Falling into a trance, as the Sun burns my eyes.

Oops, Got a little off Genre.

I don't want to accept it, because i'll end up to regret it.
She doesn't have an interest in the type of personality i'm reflectin'.
Call me anything you want, call me hopeless or desperate,
Because at the end of the day, i still see her as my best friend.
I'm really thinking right now, it could really be "that word".
The word that ties the knot, the word that should never be slurred.
I mean, whenever I see her smiling, my vision gets blurred
Like the world around us is passing by the princess and this nerd.
She knows exactly how i feel about her.
Well, maybe not exactly.
I have no confidence to tell her everything,
because i'm scared of the reaction.
I've always been alone like now, but i'm hoping that she'll change it.
But rejection is another fear, and nothing's gonna change it.
Why should you people care, though? You all have lives to deal with.
I'm just another lonely dude, in touch with all his "feelins".
I wake up in the morning hoping today is gonna be different,
but it ends up like any other day, and she never ends up missin'.

Peace&Love
=thenerd~