It is officially silly season
where there is no time for reason
and anyone can get away with treason
but even you can admit to falling to pieces

only seen from afar
you are like a shooting star
and if I get too close I'm left with a scar

I hope I'm not you're secret
but if I am would you keep it

so take my broken pieces and please make them cohesive

You asked me to write
Something you think I might
I suddenly felt a little bit of fright
For this writer's block I have to fight.

As I put words into this piece
I looked at you with a feeling of peace
Cause after we finished our little feast
You asked me to write a short one at least

It's taking me forever to finish
For I have no idea what to make
You asked me to write this poem
When all I want is to just go home