A little more than admiration
What is it that makes me so insane
I like nice things
and smile
and actions
actions that make me want to be happy
It makes me want to live,
change, improve, be nice
Niceness? Is it really that uncommon
or is this just so different that seeing it
makes me stop, stare, admire and love
Why love though?
Love though it seems to make the world go round
also causes death, insanity, suffering and pain
Pain in knowing that the chances are so slim
literally the chances of me being with him
are half of one in a million
Millions and billions around the world
somehow this is the only one I want to love;
the only one that is good enough
Enough is enough I want no more
please o please throw this lovee out the door
even a day without him I feel so sore
I can't, I can't take anymore
everyday with him makes want to soar
this rhyme I am making
though it seems so cheesy
was actually written when
because of love I became queasy