Crushes are lame. Having them is heartbreaking. But it isn't a choice. Short "poem". |
I cannot see clearly, when I hold you so dearly, please try to see, what you mean to me. I know what I said, please don't turn your head, without you well I'm, I am just dead. This gift is a curse, couldn't be worse, and now that I'm here, I'm in my own hearse. You're beautiful, too, I only want you, but your presence, it's lacking, I know not what to do. I'll sing you a song, but it won't last for long, for you'll turn away, am I simply wrong? I know what I've felt, the cards have been dealt, you may feel different, yes this is my hell. Please, be happy, don't worry, about me, I wouldn't want to stop, your joy and your glee. But please just know this, I've made it a list... to hell with it, I need only your kiss. And only your love, like an angel above, this won't help my cause, what am I thinking of? I'm thinking of you darling, you shine bright like a starling, I can't move my mind, it feels like I'm drowning. Drowning in jealousy, in your beautiful melody, drowning in you, drowning me, it seems, to you, is a specialty. I know I see not, not what is true, the future is blue, I must say this now, Darling, I love you. |