there's a world of literature in my head
but when you speak your words are empty
you burn books in front of my waking eyes
and your eyes, they're always dead
it gets to me that you can't empathise
I wonder how you stay awake
with the world passing right before you
and you simply fail to relate
you refuse to let anyone in
there's an air of mystery
over why people love you
they shower you in kisses
while you care naught for them
you are so unpoetic
so very unrefined
you are clumsy with your words
I wonder why we're friends
you are ever so brash
untoward and rightly thin
for love just slips past you
like a cold Northernly wind.