Hast thou ever had this feeling young fellow?
When thy stomach billows, missing one thou hast not met?
No sorrows, nor regrets, ive thrown in every bet, as frenzied for one I've been, ive not heard her voice!!!
A delicate choice?
To wait?
To navigate words thou had meant to say?
To write scramblings on a page dedicated to one!!!
I'm a hopeless romantic,
Tis,
So moribund!!!
Hath thou young fellow?
Let me rephrase mine own question....

Hast thou gone mad over a heroine?
One of passionate words,
As in when every time thou hast read those medicinal
Scripture's thy own self gets lost in the heat?
Burst or ******* plasma she creates in the most fertile places of mine mind!!!!!
For far to long ive been blind,
Yet now can see,
Like a dream I'm squeezed into tomato juice altitude,
For to be the fool in the rain,
Still waiting,
No gain,
Just stains of the longing I so earnestly want in this crimson psyche.....

Is it all wrong young fellow?
Because it all feels so right!!!
  
Like an afterlife ive searched for to many ages youthful listener!!!!!!!!!!