When?, when exactly? I'm not so sure.
It just all went down hill, when I asked for more,
I'm sorry, I know, my acting was poor.
But, with you, rationalities thrown straight out the door,
I shouldn't be too poetic or write poems too romantic
But, I guess, when, is a story of how it all started.

When?, alright, since you've asked this question again,
I'll answer it properly, this time, my good friend.
I was a little young, and foolish, to add on top of it.
I didn't see the difference between crushing and loving;
I fell into a mental pit, ever closer to a floor I'd never hit, Waiting for someone that I knew was never coming.

This is the last stanza, so I'll be forward this time,
Best answer to when, is stupid emotions and adolescence
And even now, pounds of emotions have pent up since.
My heart isn't the best now, it no-longer skips thrice
Dying, just like the story of the three little mice.
When?, well, when all started when I was out of my mind
And couldn't stop thinking about her, all the damn time.
© Luciano