Hey…
hey…
hey…
hey…
there’s something I don’t want to, but I need to say…
I’ve been stuck
on you
in a very berry-bananna/pinapple-cherry
sort of way,
something like
all my favorite fruity flavors
blended in
and im slowly sipping away,
I’m not a Facebook troll
but my mouse
oh (Lord) how it scrolls
all the live long day,
going through out
your photos and your main time line page
wanting to “like” everything
that the digital you, lays…
me not wanting
to cling too munch
pushes that thought
right out the way…
No one is too shy
to call you beautiful
so flattery
is just way too gay,
but oh my Deity how your every pose
intrigues
and puts a caption on my heart
in a very strong way…
My Dear, you Damn near
make me choke
on my own coffee
burning my tongue,
wishing the difference
between you & I
weren’t so many and close between
like a tickle in my throat escalating to my lung,
having an effect
on my speech
making a man with nerves of steel
feel very nervous & high-strung,
knowing I can’t entice you
with dedication
and promises of strength
hung,
oh how you rung
my bell
and I want you
to keep on ringing,
what this hunch back
of notre dame
has been training for
and waiting,
damsel of the tower
leap off
I have my arms
open
for saving,
but that
flag
you don’t seem
to be waiving…
so what
on earth
can I do
today?
besides
makes references
in a very
dorky way,
and spill out
my obession
in a nursery rhyme
poem format sort of way,
I guess
nothing much
but say
hey
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