I should not speak of you,
I only talk in poems when I do.
Not the kind I'm proud of,
Or that make a poignant point,
But the sort that make me blush,
And that I burn after I write.
They're a little bit like this one, really,
The poems that come to mind,
Every time I think of you...
Which is all the time.
Jul 4, 2012
Jul 4, 2012 at 4:00 AM UTC
I should not speak of you,
I only talk in poems when I do.
Not the kind I'm proud of,
Or that make a poignant point,
But the sort that make me blush,
And that I burn after I write.
They're a little bit like this one, really,
The poems that come to mind,
Every time I think of you...
Which is all the time.