You don't think.

You never speak.

Did you ever think that words

Would come in handy?

You don't talk.

You got these thoughts,

They're spinning 'round your head and making

Troubles of your tongue.

You're tangled up

In wrestling verbs.

The psychoanalysis of letters

Has ruined and defined

Everything

That is complete

Without all of the fancy crap,

Like metaphors and irony.

You don't need a new stanza to tell her that you love her.

You don't need an explanation for lending a helping hand.

So, if you want another layer of

Unnecessary data,

Then come to the non-fiction section now,

Cause I'll be

With fiction and poetry.

Do you think

You need the giant words

To impress someone who doesn't care

About the love of art?

I say nay!

You'll be alright

With pen and paper, keyboard and air,

May ideas take flight.

All around

Is perfection

In idiosyncraticies

And whispers of the mind.

But can't you see them now?

The ignorant men

Who shun the art and speak of nothing

More meaningful

Then dust-mites in the air?

You don't need a new stanza to tell her that you love her.

You don't need an explanation for lending a helping hand.

So, if you want another layer of

Unnecessary data,

Then come to the non-fiction section now,

Cause I'll be

With fiction and poetry.

Depth

Has nothing to do with intelligence.

Heart

Had nothing to to with bones.

Love

Has nothing to do with

Valentines and candles.

Love

Has nothing to do without you two

Right here and right damn now.

You don't need a new stanza to tell her that you love her.

You don't need an explanation for lending a helping hand.

So, if you want another layer of

Unnecessary data,

Then come to the non-fiction section now.

You don't need another stanza to tell her that you love her.

You don't need an explanation for lending a helping hand.

So, if you want another layer of

Unnecessary data,

Then come to the non-fiction section now,

Cause I'll be

Where I want to be.

Yes, I'll be

With fiction and poetry.