By a Bleed of a Pen
Mind stimulating a lot of thoughts still I lack a muse,
I cry a lot I'm bleeding ink from words I never say,
I'm growing impatient I just want to die,
And somehow my mind trips by the thought of you,
You take my breath away I'm afraid I might die,
Over dosing on you is a stupid death,
You dare not think of me so why should I?
Crazy for my mind gravitates towards you,
I fail to unthink you for you already claimed residence in my mind
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