Going Nuts

Going Nuts

A Poem by Will

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I hate cliches,
And I know you do too.

All these love poems,
Most of 'em full of crap.
But you think you could listen
To me, a poor old chap?

I can't help but think of you,
At all hours of the day.
But somehow,
I can never think of a word to say.

When I put them down on paper,
They flow like milk and honey,
But when I try and say it,
They run away like a scared bunny.

So I'll just keep writing,
And hope I find the guts.
But until then,
I'll just keep going nuts.

© 2013 Will

Author's Note

Reviews and feedback appreciated as always. Just throwing this one out there because i got bored.

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I love te first stanza, nice take on a love poem. Very nicely penned Sir.

Posted 7 Years Ago


7 Years Ago

Thank you very much

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Added on May 6, 2013
Last Updated on May 6, 2013
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