To think of sending her blabber
A chuckle is my chorus
My attention fails to grab hers
How my mind is going cautious

Pen in hand I study my convictions
Unsure if I am too impulsive
My feelings to me feel of afflictions
I would hate to seem repulsive

This grounds my humanity
I do not wish for isolation
Fearing to be more in banality
I write this lone conversation

Complicated is my life with my muse
Questions form only to be unspoken
So I feel more and more of confuse
My mind the evermore awoken