I come about my inspirations rather innately
Ability to reach in to my soul and grasp it
Your love is different and because, I suffer greatly.
An animated object with colorful fills
Makes my eyes happy but my heart it kills
I tried to tell you how I was feeling
My ways are much different I suppose
With a low card I have never been good dealing
I '‘ve tried to change my awkward approach
Certain subjects like rain I do not broach
And still it comes down dogs and cats
A sort of humane society of conversation
Fiction seems to avoid certain facts
So I leave all those moments alone,
guessing if I came off cool or imposing
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