Stephanie Made Me Do It.

Doc V

(Thesis Making Thoughts. 1 March 2012)

Alas! I know nothing of romance

I run away at the sight of violet and red

But I displace my overflow of feelings

And day by day limp of hurt and regret.

I chain my emotions to my poor poor chest

Til most times, i can breathe no longer in pain

I yell furiously in my head each time you pass

While I stay and wallow in the words I cant utter

There is no liquid luck

To untie me from my nearing madness

There is no prescription drug

To set me free of this twisted addiction

For you cause my lunacy.

And you are my obsession.

If there is a cure, it is nothing else but you.

You mean more than all love songs combined.

You are both the strength and weakness I have.

You are the 'perfect' that's more than a hundred percent.

And you equate all cheesy lines to alluring poetry.

Give me more time, for I am weak.

Tell me what to say, for I am ignorant

Show me what to do, for I am clueless

Treat my disease, for, again, my love,

you are the only cure.