5 minute poetry

[Funka Genocide]

so it's been one lonely night
before a hundred others
so your hope gives way to fright
while the paranoia smothers

so it seems we often fight
and lose our precious days
so this poem really bites
and you prob'ly think I'm gay

so I always think I'm right
but once just make it true
it's going to be all right
'cause I'm in love with you