All I am asking you for is a hint to your metaphors, What's written on the papers you tore, 'Cause I always seem to want more All of them, even neithers and nors.
Another thing I want to enquire, If you're in a place that's oh so dire, and need a shrink who's free to hire, Any work I have, meh, I will retire! To spur you on, all humour & satire.
If you give me but a glimpse into your world, Cross my heart I'll show you mine unfurled.
I was neck-deep into this person, she already knows how i feel. It's been a few years now since my confession, and i've moved on from her. We're still friends and i hope she'll always be happy, so here's a piece to always remember her by. To R.