Treasure Island

Adam Day

(3/16/85 / whiting Indiana)

It's driving me crazy


It’s driving me crazy
The way you look at me
My head gets dizzy
I must break free
This hold you have
Over my mind
Has got my slipping
Into many rhymes
I can’t control
What I put into words
But when I try to speak
Everything sounds like curds
Writing is how
I can express my love
It grows deeper
Then the deepest ocean
It grows farther
Then the eye can see
When you’re around
I get all jumbled
When you’re around
My words are mumbled
As crazy as it seems
I know you’re the one
We play and laugh
And have lots of fun
I try with my actions
To show you the best
To remember the good times
And forget the rest

Submitted: Wednesday, September 24, 2008
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