I met you one day,
And never looked back;
I don’t know what to say,
All my words could fill a sack.
So much is in my mind,
So much that could be said;
But, I’m running out of time,
There’s just no more room in my head.
Slowly my thoughts will come out,
Spew out from my mouth;
So much pressure, what’s that sound?
KAPLOW!
There goes my brains,
All over the place;
So little time,
So much haste.
Time to clean up,
All this mess;
Put it all in a cup,
Hoping more is less.
Mind helping me,
Pick up the last piece?
I’m right for you,
Can’t you see?
Must I go on in this
Long-lasting metaphor?
So long that
Your brain will go sore?
'I love you,
Can’t you see?
That you and I,
Were meant to be? '
Last time I heard that,
I thought it was the truth;
But, it was all just toothpaste,
Soaking into a small tooth.
All this for you,
Look at what I’m doing;
I’m not even making sence,
So little sence, I could be sueing.
Alright, enough play,
I don’t know what else to say;
Do you want me to pay,
Just for you to stay?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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