Poems of my Mind

Horribly smitten:

I think I am,

Care for me to explain?

Whenever he's over

I lose my composure

Like an ice-pick into my brain.

We talk about politics,

Freedom and art;

And things that I dont understand.

He smiles at my blunders,

And my whole body thunders

To reach out to his devilish hand

Horribly smitten -

The worst way to be.

And he doesn't know a damn thing.

I look for his shoulder

In crowds like a boulder

Is waiting to crush me within

We talk and we talk;

He's easy to like,

And to share all the dumb things I've done.

I hate that he's funny

And everything's sunny

To me when he laughs and has fun.

Horribly smitten,

God dammit, I am.

Why the hell did this happen to me?

Cos he is much older,

And handsome and bolder,

And this shit is no cup of tea.