Monday, August 15, 2011

That one poem I lost.


I want to know how you feel about me.
I can not bare to wait any longer.
I fear there maybe some other she.
Oh woe is me, I wish I could be her.

Sadness just welling, filling up inside.
I fear tears will be falling down my cheek.
My feelings, these feelings. Oh please just slide.
All these feelings make me overly weak.

Oh why can't you just look like a monkey?
Or be a jerk like mister Christopher?
But NO! You had to be mister hunkey!
And steal my heart! Which made these feelings stir.

Come and move to Monroe, oh dear, oh please?
I pray you don't make me beg on my knees.