Overanalysis

July 13, 2013

I draw out every single word

Analyze my daily world

Just to see what it lacks

See where it leaks and where it cracks

But all this pulling apart

Has left me dismantled at the start

I gazed through different lenses

Notiched that she's apprehensive

She's too modest to mention

Her lack of attention

So I pried for more problems

Though I knew I couldn't solve them

Cause I just don’t know better

And my friends say just let her

But instead I wrote a letter

And crumbled it up

And pretended

It ended but it

It lingered

And a trace of desire

Still wired my brain

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