There are drugs.
There are pugs.
But my addiction,
Is not fiction.
Technically it is,
Since it's fantasy.
Maybe it's clear,
What my addiction issue to see.
But actually,
It's videogames.
I have a problem,
That requires medical help.
If I even see a videogame,
I will yelp.
Because otherwise I will waste my life away,
And I will not let that happen today.
But maybe I could play for a few minutes...

I say failure if I trip,
But when the realization makes me stop,
That when I make a real big slip,
I understand what it is to really flop,
I tried out blunt,
I know I am the runt,
Still I thought I could,
And I wish I would,
Have gotten her favorite flower,
Ask her best friend to help me talk to her,
All I could do,
Was just be happy when my heart became stew,
And it was cooked to be burnt,
What I thought may be a flirt,
Was really just sadness,
Hiding in the madness,
But hey it's okay,
It's just life in it's fray,
I'm just gonna say,
That it will happen...one day.

She's tired,
MIT hired,
That is aspired,
For her I am dire,
As she is my fire,
This is as usual,
Easily confusable,
For being unique,
Like a life's peak,
But this rarity is weak,
This is common in the week,
My like/love for her will leak,
Sometimes through her eyes,
I can see beauty and peace,
She walks as elegant as a fleece,
Admiration is what I release,
Because nothing more is allowed,
Her singing shows wide and proud,
With her hair as soft as a cloud...
This can be you,
A man grateful with you as their boo,
Or maybe not,
Just don't be a thot,
If you are alone,
Your still beautiful on your own.

There it sat,
To my left,
A great big heft,
To carry the middle,
Not the right,
Left grew to a widdle,
It's bones very light,
Even with all her might,
She couldn't take flight,
But she can still fight,
Her muscles still tight,
If you put her in the air,
She could be a kite,
In her sight,
All that was left,
Was a back to the corner,
The background paper white,
The light was so bright,
It shone to a new height,
Even in the night,
She stays to the left,
She never goes right,
Because there is nothing left.

Is it allowed for someone to like a friend,
A friend that upon you depend,
A hand that she will sometimes lend,
When I am felling down and with a frown,
I could give her I shiny crown,
Because she is the Queen of me,
Her eyes is as far as I can see,
Her double ear piercing just makes her cuter,
I'm thinking bout' her as I type on this computer,
If I went deaf I still couldn't mute her,
Her soft tone won't leave me alone,
Wait though hold the phone,
If I try again will she hate,
But maybe she might even date me,
Although she could reject me,
And that could really affect me,
I have nowhere to avoid her,
Cause' her songs defend me like a lawyer,
Against the stress and anxiety,
Oh dear what's wrong with me,
This feeling doesn't belong with me,
I will never get to help her through,
Whatever she needs and where to go to,
I am her puppet that's set,
She controls me in her sweet net,
I am glad that she's who I met,
And seriously there is no bet,
That am just an outlet to her,
Not something for warmth when she may shiver and stir,
In the cold of this world,
If asked out she would have hurled,
And then at home I would have curled,
Into a sad little ball,
Depression in my home's hall,
Should I text or call,
Or should I say it in person,
Because she might think there is nothing worse than,
...me.
But what can I say except she's pretty and she's witty and she is funny in tune,
To her I must be a buffoon,
She is just a full-on cocoon,
Of laughing and wondrous moon,
I see her most days at noon,
I have looked at many websites,
For advice and how to be "cooler" many nights,
For advice at how to a good friend,
For a friendship how to re-mend,
In case my worshiping fails,
My heart is broken with hails,
And you know what,
That might be ok,
Actually no...that kinda wouldn't?
I don't know.

How do you know,
If someone likes you,
And you like them too,
How do you know,
That dream won't be real,
That alarm you might feel,
How do you know,
That you can see the future,
That a pet you can nurturem
How do you know,
Who you really are,
If reality is really far,
How do you know...what to be in this world...if you want to be many things?
Well I'd be doctor,
To stay nice and healthy,
So I can live longer,
And be a little wealthy,
Then I will be a pharmacist,
To create medicines to help not age,
Then maybe a physicist,
To get a nice medical degree page,
And then after that,
I want to build that,
Robots galore,
Turn me into one?  Sure!
Stamping around the floor,
I am now immortal,
Is that an alien portal?
And then I woke up...Dang it!!!