i’ll start this poem by saying ‘oh, baby’ but in the most endearing way i can because i’ve finally found someone who means something to me
Oh, baby.
the world spins like a top upon a spinning wheel
that i cannot stop.
i don't want it to stop.
and i thought i'd never write poetry again -
well this response of
some sort was expected.
because writing poetry is for the weak and
i am not as strong as i say
i am.
gosh.
what i'd do to
let you whisk me away
in arms so gentle.
someone,
please tell me what to do.
i don't want to hurt myself again.