Lame Poetry Monday: Week II

I don't know how to tell you

I don't know how to tell you,
But you have a booger in your nose.
I cannot help but stare,
As it moves to and fro
Whenever air blows.
I think it wanted to leave
The cramp confines of the nose,
But on the way out,
It got stuck on your nose hairs,
Doomed to cling and wait.

I don't know how to tell you,
But you have something on your face.
A forgotten piece of food perhaps?
Maybe you were "saving it for later,"
Though I really doubt that's true.
It probably decided,
That it didn't want to be eaten.
That it would rather spend its days,
Perched upon your cheek.

I don't know how to tell you,
But you have a stain upon your shirt.
In a spot that makes it hard,
To deter your eyes away.
Maybe you spilled coffee,
Or you were playing in the dirt.
What ever the cause,
I won't know
How you got that on your shirt.

I don't know how to tell you,
All these things I've said.
So I'll just sit and smile,
Pretending everything's okay.
Because I
Honestly,
Truthfully,
Sincerely,
Don't know how to tell you,
So I won't.