There's this girl I've been hanging out with a lot. She sleeps over at my place sometimes but we never do anything. She just sleeps over because we really like hanging out and we usually stay up the whole night because we both have super bad insomnia. And we talk a lot. And the bad news is I think I'm starting ot get feelings for this girl, and we all know how that goes. So here's a poem.

Lyrics;
Emaj7 sus2 sus4 (no5)

The moon’s new.
The big glow fills me up and I’m filled with thoughts of you,
As the swarm of thoughts simmer and brew, I can’t contain the lyrical spew,
Reminiscent of African clicking, ticking time bombs emanescing,
And as the tick-tock of my mind’s clock continues to count down to zero I wonder if I’ll be able to hold it any longer.
I don’t love you.
But I suppose it’s because we just met,
You get along with my homies an chronies and feel that I’m the best one yet,
Or at least I hope so.
We spend countless nights staring into the sky looking for something together,
But you were right here.
I’ve held you close till comatose in my dreams but it seems you barely notice,
Seems I’m the only one between us that has sipped on love’s potion.
I’m golden,
Whenever my friends ask me “You aight?”
I reply with a loud rebuttle and we often break into fights.
Then we smoke weed and relax,
But as we lay down our collective backs,
And watch Bob’s burgers until our minds are out of whack,
I still see you.
You’ve begun to haunt my visions and I fear that you’ve cross-examine incisioned
Your way into my being.
My heart beats line up with your breath and you’re all I’m seeing.
Sapphire eyes that pierce my soul during genuflection,
Genuine passion that’s flashin as I thrust in my erection
But I’m crazy to think that you would want any of me.
I’m fat and lazy garbage that comes to you daily in threes,
But you still speak to me.
Still find the time to pass me by and say hello,
Let’s stay up all night again and go slow,
Envelop ourselves in the new moon’s glow,
I stop and pivot and where did you go?
See that’s what I knew and feared all along,
First we’re friends then lovers then gone,
So I push out a pre-emptive swan song,
Sit alone and hit the plastic bong,
Cus I just want to escape this never-ending cycle,
But still God won’t give me sweet rest like Nyquil,
I get the butterflies in my stomach when I see you,
But we gon be nothing again real soon…