Insane

I grow weary with apology
Over and over I try to tell you
My heart pierced with agony
Yet I never denied my fondness
It a not like Anika, hard to explain
I hear her in my dreams, “change my mind.”
And it is driving me insane
I don’t wish to argue or cry
Don’t stop my wings
I’m already a shattered bitter soul
Just a raven desperate to sing
I don’t mean to be as upset, it’s true
She smiles in dreams, yet not her eyes
I live forever in these dreams bathed blue
Like water I drink her somber sighs, her laughs
I love this witty, wiley woman
Forgive this frail fragile hearted man

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