one day my words will work
they won't fail me as they do now
one day i'll tell you how i feel
sitting to your right
places an inconvenient grapefruit
uncomfortably in my throat
tear my heart to shreds
the aorta and the ventricle
they don't work anymore
what is this you're doing
to my body, my legs are unable
to support my own weight
what is this you're doing
to my mind, it is stuck
on a one way track to you
I sincerely can't get you out
of my head, you are stuck
a record playing over and over
a Beatles record, one that
the monotony does not kill
it merely adds cheer
is this smitten?
1 comment:
sureeeeeee.
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