While I still have the emotions.
I must write them out.
Because soon, I will once again become so stout.

I continue my writings from my other day.
I protest that I am fine, of which I am.
All I ponder is do you think I am some scam.

Are you going to run n hide or accept, forward motion.
Carrying your pantheon heart and my own carnivorous groan.
Will you walk this walk or throw a stone.

This the last of your poems unless you decide to stay.
Tomorrow, maybe you will make me cry.
After the fact you are just a girl, and I just some guy