My thoughts have started to sicken me
For you are the only thing my mind
Is able to process and think.
I don't want another heartbreak
Yet my heart still yearns and aches
I try to put it behind for I still
Have such a young and naive mind
But my soul pleads to be wise and old
It pleads to tell stories that have an
Inability to unfold
This knowledge is slowly causing my
Brain and soul to rust
For it is the rain that makes mud
Out of dust
Why did it have to be an attraction
That kills my mind?
Why couldn't it be something else
That is not so easy to find
For I just want to be unique and
Step aside from all of society's freaks
But it seems that your breath taking
Personality brings out the worse in me.
/k.p./
