Under the covers, I can't move, you're holding me
Craving eggs, hashbrowns, a cup of folgers coffee...

I'm mad, I'm bitter; I don't know what to do
It's irritating, degrading, and a little pathetic...

I'm irritated, frustrated
Unappreciated and over-rated...

It's too fast, slow down! They whisper in my ear
Don't lose control already, learn how to steer...

Cotton mouth comes from a desert my poetry has...
dehydrated from. When once love, happiness...

Settle down sweet child, why so gloom?
Define your tears and release your hurt...

It's a shame you'll never know what you don't...
Personally, I will never know, nor comprehend, why...

I can't say I've ever believed in love at first...
Nope, not once, until that very night...

Though your compliments carry ingredients that...
the writer inside me never allowed for...

She's been too busy getting drunk on shooting...
and wasting life on doteing sunsets that she...

Frustration gets the best of me and I wish
to ask if you enjoy hindering my passion...

Nothing can measure how close I wish to
come to every part of your courtly being...