• So,
    I'm no good at expressing,
    The things I say,
    In normal words,
    So I'll read this to you,
    This publishment of my feelings.
    Cause here, in my poetic, musical world,
    Everything makes sense,
    And explaining things,
    Is a snap,
    Like talking about weather,
    Or some s**t like that.
    You,
    You confuse me.
    I love you,
    But I'm not sure now,
    I'm close to you,
    And I'm not sure what's acceptable.
    Confessing to you, was kinda hard,
    But you confessed right back.
    That made me happy,
    Happier than a Duck,
    Getting fed some bread,
    And then biting a kids finger.
    I felt the euphoria of "love"
    Pulsing through my body, filling me whole,
    But love, likes to be twisted.
    So then everything ended.
    My heart was well broken.
    Like a window, after a tornado.
    A really really bad tornado.
    But, well, my emotions still stand,
    My heart still beats strong.
    You were a confusion to me, and you still are.
    But now, I'm not sure what to do.
    You have to tell me,
    After you read this.
    Me Publishing my Feelings.