Excuse me, I guess that was a stutter,
But how can I be blamed,
When I scribble in the dirt and in up writing you're name,
Consequentially with my last behind,
Thinking too far into the future,
Rush rush past like the hours of traffic,
Which contrary to the name wounds up being slow,
Knowing that this is supposedly the best way to go,
Failed so quickly, that things seemed fickle,
Wanting to reminisce and laugh, but can't feel the tickle,
Seeing that it's no laughing matter,
Should I really be searching for Love, when it leaves empty platters,
Chasing Pavements when at times I rather give up,
But my heart speaks loudly and won't Shut up,
And though at times I find myself fighting against it,
I encounter you and I'm once again defenseless,
Total total mess, possibly a test,
One taken a thousand times before,
But I find myself against my better judgment wanting you,
More than the pain of having you, then somehow losing you.
What's a man to do when there's no easy choice?
Could scream it from the mountains, but only lose my voice,
Tried tried to speak clearly but my words tend to flutter,
Off into the winds, as my heart stutter,
To beat once more for the chance of loving you,
I'll give all I have until time's consumed... To be continued
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