Advice 4/13/04

Love makes us all terribly sappy people.
Defiantly crushing any new, or original thoughts
But being around you puts a happy toxin in my veins
And theirs nothing but a pity I can do about it

Nothing makes anymore sense, but to look
In your eyes, your thoughts, those little black in words
I can only wonder what you will say next
And how you choose to great me, in what language

You speak to so many different a mind
You say so many things, that no one hears
I can sympathize with that.
Maybe everyone's ears just fell of.

It would explain a lot.