He is anti-love
I've read about it
In a book
He has a little fit
When I want to be alone
Sitting in the guest room
In my home
With a word zoom-a-zoom
You read all my words so long
That he hates my poetry
I loved you so much in song
That it seems he hates my word to go free
It won't stop me from poetry
Get on with it, the zoom-a-zoom
The life through words at my desk
In the guest room
Even if I can't send them to you
Because he didn't understand (or Her)
About the communication what was true
The situations and loves in my life that are (and Were).
