Knockalocka-Octapus Poem by Jayson Howard

Its been cold lately, and so have you.
You know, I miss you so.
And there's no more singing songs.
And there's no more playing along.
No more, no more.

I've talked you up, I've talked you down,
but I can't get you to hang around.
And there's no more watching stars.
And there's no more driving in cars.
No more, no more.

You make, me, breathe.
You give, me, life.
You pull me out of the dark,
and put me back into the light.
You give, me, hope.
You mean, the, most.
You make me dream,
because to me you are everything.

I would like to,
just go and win you.
And there'd be no hesitation.
And there'd be no complication.
You know, I miss you so.
And that I've talked you up,
I've talked you down,
And if only, if only,
I could just get you to turn around.
Because you know,
you know…

You make, me, breathe.
You give, me, life.
You pull me out of the dark,
and put me back into the light.
You give, me, hope.
You mean, the, most.
You make me dream,
because to me you are everything.

You are everything, to me.