No metaphor, no unusual feeling
A lot of questions with my heartbeat beating
I don\'t really know what to think
But you pop out, and my mind starts thinking
And it wasn\'t the best thought, to be honest
I don\'t think you would\'ve liked it
But it\'s not the first, it won\'t be the last
I was hurt, and time doesn\'t last
I really am speechless
With my thoughts
And I don\'t have a feeling on the spot
Or repetitive feelings
But I see red and blue
And read the word underway
And I find thoughts unlocking each passing day
But
I have no metaphor for this one
And no unusual feelings
Just a pen and paper
Collecting my tears
And reminders of you in my view
With every waking