A/N: OK, I apologise. But it's 4.30am, I'm bored, and I can't seem to stop the writer's vomit that is spewing out from me and my fingers. So here is a poem on PAUL's feelings for Suze, and how sad and hurt he is that he keeps being ignored by her, etc.
All together now: Aaaaaaaaaw! Ladies, ladies! Don't fight to get to Paul to give him a hug. LOLLY! You do NOT bite people! You will eventually get your hug. Calm it, Kermit.
Now read my poem and barf at how sickly and bad it is. And how cheesey the title is. You're probably all thinking this is a poem about eating too fast or something. SORRY TO DISAPPOINT.
Also, I'm not real big on rhyming schemes and stuff....basically all of my poems (if you go on my website you will see some of them...yeah, like you're gonna rush off saying, "She's written more? Holy cow, what have I been missing out on? Who needs TV when we can have Delilah?" So cynical...) have a really random lay-out. I just write. I don't bother counting syllable and stuff. I apologise. But like I said, It's 4.30 in the morning. And don't say, "Well go to bed then!" Cos I'm too ALIVE to go to bed. I'm HYPER.
Heartburn
I wish for just one second
You'd turn and smile at me.
You'd say Hello, and,
If I'm real lucky,
You might even ask me
How I am.
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I dream that in one moment
Your vision will clear up.
You'll see me and,
If I'm real lucky,
Think, What am I missing?
I want him.
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I hope for just one time
You'll see me as I am.
You won't see past and
Focus elsewhere
On other people (and ghosts)
And not me.
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I know for all eternity
My wishes, hopes and dreams
Are only that and
Nothing more, but
I can't stop them because
I love you.