Confused
I've loved you for so long.
The sweet sound of your voice sends bitter sweet vibrations coursing through my soul.
Many deep feelings it does cajoul.
My heart begins to stop,
and lonley tears begin to dropp
Confused I sit here now and cannot stop.
As I see the way you look and talk,
when you've decided to dropp in and sit a spell.
Sometimes I think all is well.
Then you tell me to go to hell.
Confusion abound as heaven and hell surround.
Confused as you whiser sweet nothings.
Then you kick me in the testes.
Confused about you I may be,
but about my feelings I'm surley not.
You can be a snot,
but love you less I do not.
So I end this little prose by saying forget all those other stupid schmoes.
For I'll love you till my dying day,
confused until I hear you say,
marry me I need you till the end of days.
poem by Michael McParland
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