I am an idiot when I see you Oh how I drivel and babble
My thoughts scatter I'm not alright I plan some words and plan awry Train of thought spiral into daydream Making sure I say what I mean to say. Because my word I chose I'm one bizarre muse
I am an idiot when I hear you Sonorous and soft sense Blast I've become too tense Dismantle me with words Ones that yearn to be heard
I am an idiot when I touch you See how I tremble
Hands touch too tender Hands touch too excessive I feel I may be oppressive I dance fingers with wonder
I am an idiot when I think you One giant fantastic
Simple things odd things Honestly anything It comes to mind And I turn to find That I am much too silly
An idiot is what you do to me.
I tried something different. I am a fan of how the structure turned out I suppose