The matter of fact—
It’s quite simple,
YOU CARE ABOUT ME!
You may reject it,
And maybe if we’re lucky,
Your body may correspond,
But our eyes deceive us—naïve cat,
We’re sly in a convincing manner,
It’s kind of cute in an articulate way—I almost like it,
Oh no, Think I like it…
I’m starting to hate this feeling now—the complexity I mean,
It becomes hard,
To think, without thinking,
Of how my actions, could now possibly affect you,
IT STINGS,
This total submission—
I wish to distance from,
And my lack of experience leaves me helpless,
So now I’m called to ask,
Will it ever end?
It’s quite simple,
YOU CARE ABOUT ME!
You may reject it,
And maybe if we’re lucky,
Your body may correspond,
But our eyes deceive us—naïve cat,
We’re sly in a convincing manner,
It’s kind of cute in an articulate way—I almost like it,
Oh no, Think I like it…
I’m starting to hate this feeling now—the complexity I mean,
It becomes hard,
To think, without thinking,
Of how my actions, could now possibly affect you,
IT STINGS,
This total submission—
I wish to distance from,
And my lack of experience leaves me helpless,
So now I’m called to ask,
Will it ever end?
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