I could send you text.
But that would be desperate.
Or would it be cute?
Will I ever know?
Are you everything I've been waiting for,
or another laboratory experiment,
Just another failure,
My burners leaving your heart scorched.
So, I'm between the devil and the deep blue sea,
If I love you, I'm damned for leading you on.
If I don't, I'll never know if you were the one.
And drown myself in a sea of tears, (yep, desperate.)
Obviously, the only logical conclusion,
my only real hope for resolution,
is to write, yet another poem,
In which, you, is ambiguous.
Feel free to respond,
Oh mystery girl,
See my loving plea for caring and compassion,
and douse my burning heart with your divine love.
Believe me, you should just walk away.
Because i'm not worth your time.
And i'm not just whipping myself in public,
For a little slice of sympathy.
I will love who I love.
And if i didn't, then i'll apologize and move on.
So, until the day that I find ms. right.
I will lead girls on, and die of remorse every time.
If you can find, a purer man then that.
Feel free to stone me to death.
And if you, oh sweet unidentified you,
should happen to read this verse,
Try again. This ship has sailed.
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