A Poet's Random Notes

My Peculiar Kind Of Air

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≈ My Peculiar Kind Of Air ≈

My mind is wandering
But I want to sleep.
It's still too early for us to meet,
Too early for us to stand and sit
In a room well lit.

I know you're not dangerous,
And that I'm actually quite courageous,
But I must still be alert
For those dirt-filled perverts.

Why are you in such a rush
For us to meet,
On that lush gardens
Near the beach?
It sounds so shady if you ask me...

Whenever I ask my friends
To help me think of an excuse I could spin,
They always say, "Tell him you have a boo then!"
"But I did!" I'll incline soon again.

He's in love with me,
Although I can't say the same for him,
Because I love my bae
And my bae loves me.

How do I say,
"You flatter me,
But I'm not interested, can't you see?"
Without him getting upset and coming after me?

Fortunately for me,
He's not loony,
Though not puny,
Either.
But what he says may be untrue ,
For he told me a false birthday,
Thus making me suspicious from that day.

He could be saying those things
In order for me to confess my own love for him.
Then faking it all until that one dreaded day,
Of breaking my heart in thousands of pieces
-unable to pick it up, put it together and sort out the creases
In time.

Suppose that's what he does to us girls;
Target us and confess his love so we can supposedly confess ours
-just so he can break our hearts,
And make us feel
As sour as a lime inside.

But what if it is all true,
And my feelings of blue
Is a waste of dew?

He said that we'll marry
Later on in the years.
And that he's friend Larry
Will be his best man.
Though I don't know if I can!

Am I not being too old-fashioned?
Maybe yes,
Maybe no.
All I do know is that I'm feeling so
C O N F U S E D
D E F U S E D
R U I N E D
M I S C L U E D!

I love my bae,
I'll say again
-and again.
He loves me
-I'll say another one more time

If I had to choose,
It wouldn't be difficult because;
He's the reason I blush by just thinking,
The reason I smile when he's winking,
And why I go to sleep dreaming.

I'd die for him,
Just like he'd die for me.

He's my oxygen.
He's that particular type of oxygen
-it's so special, it's only for me.
Without it,
I'd suffocate.

There'd be a debate,
Of how I'd died,
But he'll know.
I know he'll know,
That it was partly his doing because,
I needed the oxygen
-he was my oxygen,
But he wasn't there
To be my makeshift air.

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Whoa!  I love the end so much!  This literally goes from one topic to another.  But to be clear the beginning isn't about an ol' creep, it's telling you about a different boy.  If you have anymore questions:
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