The Millionth poem about you
How many poems have I written about you?
Why do I do the things I do?
But this isn't something new.
I use to be smart
Back when I had a heart
But did I have one from the start?
I don't recall
But I don't understand you at all.
I got your back against the wall
Or is that actually me
I just really can't see
How is it to be free?
Because I'm under you spell
Trapped in a well
Locked in a cell
Nothing more than your toy
Does it bring you joy
Do you remember a boy name Troy?
He call himself a man
But he struggles to stand
Reaching blindly for your hand
But your never there
Not like you would ever really care
Why does he leave his heart bare?
What does he have to say?
He can't help but feel this way?
But that's not okay
Because he remembers your name
And he still feels the same
You got him tame.
He has your number in his phone
And whenever he's alone
His heart turns to stone
As he stares at the small screen
He wonders if this is a bad dream
But that would just be mean
He shuts the cellphone and throws it on his bed
He hits himself in the head
And for a moment he see's red
He just wants to get up and leave everything behind
Go out on the open road and clear his mind
And maybe then things will be fine.
He'll never understand the birds and bees
He doesn't even understand me
So he'll stop pressing the keys.