I'm sitting here thinking about you,
In a poets point of view anyways,
Thinking of how to write about you,
About the boy this sappy poet fell in love with,
About this insane feeling in the pit of my stomach that you have created,
But nothing really comes to mind,
And I realize I am completely mad,
I have finally lost it,
Every single word that normally would just roll off my tongue so gracefully,
Just kind of sits back,
It's driving me crazy,
I have so much to say,
But no sense of what is right and wrong to say,
The last thing I ever want to do is hurt your feelings,
I've decided to just shut the hell up,
And look at you in my poets point of view,
Because I guess that's what I do best,
And I've realized you are beautiful,
In every sense that someone could possibly be beautiful,
And I have realized that I am completely mad,
And that I have finally lost it