what will it be that gets me to you? what will i do? and is my deseperation that apparant? until i sleep forever, what does it take for me to be happy? what will i do to be alone with you? do i have to fax you a valentine, complete with a smiling cupid, for you to understand? im off the pity train, stumbling away i fear am i tearing away your flesh from your ear? must i sing under your window, get vases thrown at me? till a clod of dirt hits me and i can't see? what must i do to get with you? really, i don't know, swallow my shoe? but, the wait is as long as i want it to be i torture myself by not doing anything.Birth sign: Aries
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