To think like me is to stretch your brain
To think like me you have to train
Your mind must compute game statistics
Your eyes must have uncontrollable ticks
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This is my poem to you
And I hope my message gets through
You are the reason I'm here
I was planned, not a result of beer
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In this sweet, lonely December
I try not to remember
The things that make me cry
While I keep my eyes dry
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I am dreaming of royalty
Your fashions engulf the room
Silk and satin, folds and furls
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Strolling on this lour gloaming
Cerulean shades gliding the alleys and ways
My lungs fill with air, chilling
Eyes shifting from blues to grays
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Tide rolls in
He sails out
My heart aches
Stabbing me with stakes
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Snow is melting
Leaves are showing
Hearts are flying
Lies are lingering
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As this path winds and spins
My world blinds with pens
The ink splashes in my eyes
Painting them the color of flies
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The youngest one, he calls me "daddy"
But that's okay because I'm also called "catty"
He kisses with his tongue, right on the lips
And when he climbs the couch he uses his hips
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