You are a plague I do not know how to rid myself of
I'm not crazy
I promise
Something's you just can't hide
So when I say I think of you
I mean all the time
You sit on my shoulder
You keep me company
Sometimes I don't understand
But you're there
Standing proud, acting all grand
I'm not crazy
For wanting your attention
You're a beautiful person
And having you on my shoulder
Makes my condition worsen
You have a beautiful voice
I've said it many times
But I can never say it enough
Now you think me crazy
This isn't even the rough
When I say you're my muse
I mean it
You're the inspiration
To my words
Some might call it desperation
But you are
My prince
My professor
My journalist
My friend
Say with me please
Don't let this end
-V
A
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When You Read it, You'll know me
ПоэзияJust words that flow A river in my head It twists and turns And never stays the same The current is strong You can never go back Pen it down And remember The joy of the ride Through the rough bumpy tide That are the words In my mind.
