I loved.
I fancied.
She called me
A Nancy.
Now she stands
Determined
To have me.
To hold me.
To love me
Occasionally
Shove me.
To smack me
Attack me.
Point out
my lacking.
I'm thinking
of stacking
These felonies
You bring me
Will not see
Anything
That is happening
It's a fantasy
And I'm smart
And I'm strong
I'm gonna live long
And prosper
Maybe offer
A hand
Or a song
Something
To move on
Something
To groove on
She's music
To my ears
Until I'm
Proved wrong
She’s a manic
Distraction
A disturbing
Transaction
A part of
Her faction
But the sailing
Just feels right.
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