About how my eyes did the seeing
And how my heart did the falling
My brain is busy wishing
Leaving my eyes to do the crying.
I nearly wrote you a poem
Never knew my heart could beat this fast
While my brain juggled with the die you cast
And thought of possibilities so vast
While my stomach moans the compulsory fast
In which I really cursed cupid
For being so stupid
And making me so livid
For the hurt in my heart which he did.
I tried to write you a poem
In which I extolled your virtues and sang your praise
And hoped that in a matter of days
You would agree to change your wicked ways
And reset my poor heart to its normal pace
To think that I nearly wrote you a poem
With disorganized lines and no structure
To explain that my heart needs a suture
Maybe you need to see the puncture
I suffered when I saw your live picture
To think that I nearly wrote you a poem
In which I am the one in love
And you are the one tantalizing me with love
Never thought I could fall in love
With one who would torment me with love
But, I have written you a poem
In which I climbed up the mountain of logic
Leaving this cursed valley of emotion and magic
Self-deceiving myself that all I need is logic
To save me from a fall so tragic.
And in the poem I wrote
I decided to let you go
Severing brutally the lines of communication
Replacing my heart with nothingness
Hoping logic would save me from a love that makes me weep.
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