OH NO...
I FEEL MY FIRST POETIC THOUGHTS OF YOU
FORCING THEIR WAY ON THE PAPER
I TRY TO DIVERT MYSELF
WITH LIBATIONS AND TELEVISION
BUT THAT BAD BOY.THE PEN.JUST KEEPS ON MOVIN'
I EVEN TRY TO TO START ANOTHER POEM...DIFFERENT SUBJECT..BRIEFLY
AND HERE WE ARE AGAIN, MY PEN AND MY PAPER, MY MIND AND MY SOUL
MY HAND MOVES UNCONTROLLABLY
AND THE INK SPELLS OUT MY LOVE FOR YOU