He loves me...He loves me not
Thoughts keep turning...
Dreams fade into the air
Emotions are tied into knots
Fire keeps burning inside
Tears drop, I do not want to cry
Yet, I hear his heart beating
Can feel him breathing
Thoughts keep spinning
Steps keep breaking, as I climb up
Somedays it feels...
Like he is cracking down
Why does this wheel go no where
Except around and around

He is intriguing...He is moody...
Wisdom shakes his head...
Everything seems to move
Except his booty
Staring straight ahead, trigger pops
Everyone spreads
It's gum, not a gun you brainiacs
Deep dug is his head
Why so confused...
He thought, he was the only muse
Dreams fade, voice is clear
He is so far
Yet, he is near

He hates me...He hates me not
Thoughts keep spinning
I am his real, for he has had fake
His true
"Forget- me- not"...yes, I heard
© Cynthia Inouye-Sakacs