Going Nuts

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I hate cliches,
And I know you do too.

All these love poems,
Most of 'em full of crap.
But you think you could listen
To me, a poor old chap?

I can't help but think of you,
At all hours of the day.
But somehow,
I can never think of a word to say.

When I put them down on paper,
They flow like milk and honey,
But when I try and say it,
They run away like a scared bunny.

So I'll just keep writing,
And hope I find the guts.
But until then,
I'll just keep going nuts.

Author's Note

Reviews and feedback appreciated as always. Just throwing this one out there because i got bored.

Reviews

[The Girl That Let You G..]

I love te first stanza, nice take on a love poem. Very nicely penned Sir.

[Will]

Thank you very much