Bobby didn't talk much in class. When he did speak, the other children often made fun of him because he stammered. His words just wouldn't come out right. They twisted around his tongue like slimy ... [+]
The question which wears
On my devoted mind.
How can you be so kind?
My heart flutters
But my brain sputters.
This pain you produce,
Leaves me too many clues.
This could be love,
But I have to shove
Away these drunken hopes.
You cannot be my pope.
You cannot be my savior.
I must change this behavior,
For if I don't change,
I will become deranged.
It's time to move on
From this forbidden bond.