I am Nothing.
You are something.
Something I’m wanting.
You’ve shown that you are sufficient.
And I’ve shown that I am deficient.
And we are nothing but simplistic.
So never mistake me for something which I am not.
Because I’ve learned a lot.
And you know I’ll never stop.
So continue to lop.
Just tie me in a knot.
So I can’t run away,
And I can’t be misplaced.
Because you know, I can’t stay
in one place.
So tie me up,
Tie me in a knot.
Tie me up, and let me rot.
There is nothing I’ve forgot.
Tie me in a knot.
I need nothing.
Show me something.
Something I may be daunting.
You’ve shown that you are insane.
I’ve shown that I am mundane.
But when we’re together, we may both act the same.
So mistake me for something which I am a lot.
Because I’ve learned to stop.
But not to lop.
Tie me in a knot.
So I can’t lose myself.
And be not in good health.
I can stay, in one space.
But tie me up, just in case.
I lose my place.
Tie me up, and have me shot.
There is everything I’ve forgot.
Tie me in a knot.
Tie you in a knot from the
Tie you in a knot from the earth to the heaven,
because you are a pinkdot with the number 7.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
That's really cute and sweet!
That's really cute and sweet!