Creepy Creep

This is to much from me to you
I am so confused on what to do.
Put on some clothes, turn off the tube
Tied my laces on my tenny shoes.
Hit the door running down the steet
I can't believe, you don't eat meat?
I can't believe I massaged your feet.
What the fuck is wrong with me.
I'm on the helpless romantic rollercoaster ride
Wasting my day dreams on cute adorable lines
I can spout them out at just the right times
Fuck me. I'm at your place, apartment nine.
Do I make a fist and knock on your door,
I've never ever talked to you before.
The noodles in my mind explode like popcorn
As I perch on your "welcome" porch mat on the floor.



Poetry by AZ
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Written on 2005-06-14 at 09:40

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chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
romantic rollercoasters, you have to love them,go on knock on her door.
2005-07-02