What have you got?
Thats got me so got?
All of my thoughts
Youre a soft onslaught
that i want
i am aloft, my whirlwind,
as you waft
you have no law
i am in awe
I have been robbed
Of turning it off
poetry non stop
You unknowingly
construct
Since the moment
you struck
Interrupt and erupt
Youve owned
my inspiration.
And i cant get enough.