worn thin in all the wrong places.
I'll remember forever your blind agression,
give me some time for my confession.
Writing far too many poems that rhyme,
rarely do I have the time,
to smell the roses, surroundings blurred.
Into darkness, I'll not be lured.
Look at me, you'll see inside
is no longer a place where I can hide.
Please accept the way I cope,
help me regain my long lost hope.
Eternally afflicted with unrequited love,
I'm sick of daily push and shove.
Give me an inch, I don't need a mile,
To breakthrough your thoughtless guile.
