I've been thinking.
Well, I'm sorry,
I don't dare to tell you
What's bothering me but
I guess I'll just put it in this
Little poem.
Well, firstly,
I just don't want this year to end.
I've been thinking about
How much feels I'm gonna have
Once we part at the end of the year.
I wouldn't know what to do.
I'll be lost.
I'll be confused.
I'm scared mam.
And, secondly,
He keeps bothering me
Screaming to get out.
I give up, if he wants to get out
By all means.
I've had enough mam.
I know I promised you
I wouldn't do anything funny but
*Does going insane count as
Doing something funny?*
And lastly,
I've been worried about Frank, dear.
It worries me and saddens me
When I see a friend, a buddy,
A childhood companion,
Suffer because of me.
And it just makes me feel bad
Every time he defies Adsel and
Gets so worried with the
"She'd be mad"s and "She'd be so worried"s
He thinks of me 24/7 and has
Suffered for me all this while
And you know, sometimes,
I am curious but
What if he is
My brain's projection of
You?
I must think of you too much madame,
Yet I think too little...
I don't know.
I'm confused.
Lost.
This is the most decent of thoughts in the
Past three hours.
I'll treasure it.
I'll post it.
I hope you read it.
And I pray you stop worrying then...
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 1:28 PM UTC
I've been thinking.
Well, I'm sorry,
I don't dare to tell you
What's bothering me but
I guess I'll just put it in this
Little poem.
Well, firstly,
I just don't want this year to end.
I've been thinking about
How much feels I'm gonna have
Once we part at the end of the year.
I wouldn't know what to do.
I'll be lost.
I'll be confused.
I'm scared mam.
And, secondly,
He keeps bothering me
Screaming to get out.
I give up, if he wants to get out
By all means.
I've had enough mam.
I know I promised you
I wouldn't do anything funny but
*Does going insane count as
Doing something funny?*
And lastly,
I've been worried about Frank, dear.
It worries me and saddens me
When I see a friend, a buddy,
A childhood companion,
Suffer because of me.
And it just makes me feel bad
Every time he defies Adsel and
Gets so worried with the
"She'd be mad"s and "She'd be so worried"s
He thinks of me 24/7 and has
Suffered for me all this while
And you know, sometimes,
I am curious but
What if he is
My brain's projection of
You?
I must think of you too much madame,
Yet I think too little...
I don't know.
I'm confused.
Lost.
This is the most decent of thoughts in the
Past three hours.
I'll treasure it.
I'll post it.
I hope you read it.
And I pray you stop worrying then...
I'm sorry I made you worry... :'(
