I suck at writing poetry so here is my story
Im laying here with my panda
Sporting my Marshall jersey
Lets not forget the shorts Im wearing
Or fail to mention the music playing
My thoughts are insane
This is my life but
Control has gone out the window
My feelings drive themselves
And I'm becoming numb
Sean feels like hes dying,
I want to help more than ever
But like my knee, Im just as weak
I have no support to give him
There is no place to help him breathe
James is another thing
I love him, in that friendly way
Something I cant change
And what he hates about me
Oh boy, his feelings range
Then Neal, the car washer man
Who knows how I feel for him
I wanna say I love him
But it could be all physical attraction
I wanna be with him but, then again...
Thatâ??s really all the boys, for now
People say Fabian likes me
They say clay too
But I will stay naive just for me
And enjoy this blissful, stressful peace
