I just want to write a poem about love,
About one soul in awe
“Life” is “busy,”
Keeps getting in the way of living.
When did I see you, yesterday?
Man, this heart is crazy
Do whatever it takes to wind me up
So I hold my pencil too tight
And give myself too long of a leash.
At least I can wring out a poem about awe,
About one soul in love.
Please make sure it’s not the last time.