Violets are red,
roses are blue,
and as you can see,
I am confused.
I lay here,
holding back my impatient dreams
thinking of you.
My female peers warned me about these type of things,
but your weird breeze painly ruffles the stiff feathers of my closed wings.
It confuses me,
like singing my favorite song in a different language.
And it scares me,
cause my hearts stepping loud and wild
and I can't contain it.