I have been once before this told that the true meaning of insane was to repeat any result and not have expected the same
and despite all that here i am with my head in shock and shambles too fast, too soon, in love again so much for learning from gambles
whatever i was meant to be mature or yet another farce oh torture and its parities i fear i must with reason part
shall i long for proximity or pine for needy attention become nuisance implicitly face certain, solemn rejection
or should i now hope not at all bury myself in burning pain of misery henceforth recall and enter a state of insane?
i am not a blithering fool i know that lasting love takes time that feelings like rain drops will pool that mind and heart slowly align
yet of no matter what i think trying truly to go to bed i know i will not sleep a wink because you're stuck inside my head
im just trying desperately trying to get this out. for those of you who know this immature, spontaneous feeling, i hope youll forgive the cheesiness. at the very least, if it doesnt end well for me, i promise to write about pizza.