II. Early
Don’t mind me just have a seat
Give me a minute and I’ll be on my feet
Sitting here trying to gather my feelings
All over the floor and some on the ceiling
Special delivery from you to me
So vast in number they’ll drown a sea
I’ve come to the conclusion that they arrive premature
Even though they surely helped me endure
They now have become the things I most fear
Even when friends stand by and cheer
Seems everyone really wants me to be happy
Am I that loved or are they that sappy
Sometimes I wish I could go back to me myself and I,
Avoiding the sound of my dove’s cry
Love, romance, friendship shouldn’t be for the confused
Even the attempts, not to have them abuse
Like a flower that blooms on a warm winter day
I know my feelings arrived before my mind had its’ say
So now that I got the situation seemly under control
I think it’s about time that I go
Written: Sunday, November 14, 2010 at 7:21pm
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