Sunday, 9 July 2017

Madly Missing You

The madness made me mad,
Missing you makes me sad,
I no longer am paranoid
As I fill you with this void.

I fight my battles with grit
And can give back shit:
I will protect you with wit
And will try not to get sick.

I used to suffer stress
But now I have less,
You are the best -
I no-longer transgress.

I rationalize my sanity
With sane sincerity,
Am I really free to see
You come back to me.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 09/07/2017

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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