The times I think of you
(which is all of the time)
I'm inspired to write it all down
but I just frown, as my head drowns
with all of these feelings.
and somewhere betweeen my head and my hand -
something gets lost
the poem falls apart
in my overwhelmed heart
I can't even start, to organize my thoughts
I'm mesmerised, and hot
for you - it's true - so why do
I worry what's written
I'm smitten
by your smile.
A while ago
when I met you, it started
I saw you - eyes darted - I felt my heart guarded
but I melted those gates,
me and three of the fates,
i was just washing plates,
when I felt it
couldn;t help it
now a glutton in verse
like my button-y purse
there's a mess in my mind about you
it's true- so why do
I worry what's written
I'm smitten
by your smile
:)
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