Madly In Love
If you want to talk to me
You'll need an apointment.
You can't see me unless you talk to my secretary.
I'm on the 10th floor
Ready to jump.
If you don't want to see me in a million pieces.
You might want to call me and tell me you love me.
Get in your beat up old truck,
and come to my appartment and stop me
From making the biggest mistake of a lifetime.
I can't stop, my mind is racing.
A million and one thoughts conjuring.
She love me.
She loves me not.
She walks up 13 flights of stairs,
comes to 323,
unlocks the door.
She pulls me in from the window.
She takes the knife out of my hand.
Her heart is racing.
She doesn't know what to say.
So she slaps me and telsl me
I'm a fucking psycho.
She then throws me into bed,
Kisses me oh so softly, and whispers,
'Oh your so madly in love! '
(11-19-05)
poem by Brandi Young
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