Love↕

Uhh… Yeah… As I dream about a dream that I know won’t come true, I realized that my mind is what I despise, as it constantly reminds me of you. I need to see a love doctor because my heart is beginning to swell. Or I’ll be left here with a transparent pain, Where all the vagabonds dwell. If I were the water, you would be the well. You keep me in place, at a certain volume, Even after Timmy fell. If I am the tortoise, you are the shell. You were my impenetrable armor, Protecting me from every shell. Though there was no war, the battle-cries we continue to yell. They say “Love is in the air”… But I can only retort with “What is that smell?