I sit at this desk, silently thinking, pondering over what to write.
You smile at me, giving me an idea that is so vague it makes my head hurt.
Still, I close my eyes and try to think it over, but nothing as of yet feels right.
Still, I try my best to think, of something that would please you.
But, sadly, it appears as if all my wonderings and curious thoughts.
All my ponderings do nothing more than tease you.
And so I apologise, as it appears that nothing comes to mind.
My head is too full of dragons and mythical beings to care though,
And for the time being, it appears I've left my poetic streak behind.
No more writings and scribblings about epic tales of woe.
No more wisecracks or jokes, no more happy endings.
No more sad moments that make my heart go.
So, again I- Wait a minute, is it just me, Or do these lines of apology I am writing
appear to move in rhyme?
Oh, this is quite alarming. According to this, even though my mind was fighting,
I've been rhyming all this time!
It appears that even when my twisted mind is focused upon other things,
I can't help but say and think things in rhyme, And to describe my current feeling,
I'm afraid I don't know where to begin.
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