Tuesday

I said, I said, don't bother me, 

with your presence- how can I suppress a flutter? 

with your voice- do let the throbbing of my pulse subside! 

with your smile- they say I almost turned scarlet. 

I said, I said, don't bother me. 

How could I be so superficially drawn? 

As if I was still young to still foolishly indulge! 

But your hand-oh- my thoughts are still in broken fragments.