A Poem
Sometimes I get tired and write things I normally wouldn't.
I'm a plastic bottle filled with wine, for
Thoughts of you have filled my mind
My feelings for you, they don't belong
I can't think straight, I wrote a song.
You're a hummingbird, a flying jewel,
My thoughts must be your royal nectar
You're captivated by my normalcy
You feed off my every answer.
I'm a seagull compared to you,
Clumsy, dirty, crazy, a fool
I don't know where you find my gold
I've panned my whole life; I'm empty.
You are the gardenia, shining in sunlight
Sensual, pure, distinct, and pleasing.
I'm a camellia, which blooms to the moon
There is no scent to my name.
You fill me with love that does not belong
Like a plastic bottle filled with wine.
A soup can full of fillet mignon
An empty heart filled with passion.
How can I burn for you when I can't keep myself warm
I thought I lost these long ago
The thoughts that knocked me out of line
That love was something to be found
But searching for it never yields
You're a contradiction