my muse is the guy from the green day song
when i come around
i wait for him on my threadbare couch
to no avail
i work up a sweat, pull my hair out
i cry copious tears, pound on walls
still he would not come
i am all alone with my inadequacy
and he won't even let me pursue him
when he finally comes
I don't know if he'll stay long enough
for me to capture him
he prohibits me from trying to keep him
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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