Don’t fall in love with anyone like me
I tend to write my feelings when they come
I try to make them into poetry
You’ll feel my words, unless your heart is numb
My words can last forever on a page
Forever is for love, it’s not for verse
Imagine, when you’re twenty times your age
My feelings are still readable. Perverse!
It’s true, there’s often beauty when I write
But wait, there’s ugly anger here as well
You needn’t be reminded of our fight
It’s like some constant journey down through Hell!
Go give your love to someone who’s immune
From publishing their feelings when they swoon!