Tell Me, Am I Not Crazy?

Author:

BeckyTP formally known as Rebecca Moraa is a student at Moi University Main Campus Kenya. My passion in poetry grew in primary school.

I think am crazy, maybe because they all think I really am
But no ; please tell them am not crazy
I'm a just a weird soul that you find terribly amazing...

They all thought I was leaving, but we were having usual fights,
Yes, please tell them that our fights spice up our love
I wish we had batches of the kind of love we hold
Down from catching grenades to catching arrows for each other...

If I would confess to the watching public,
I would say that I really didn't deserve you...
But here I am, all shaky and lovey dovey for you
I wake up each day wishing it stays this way, just forever...

Am a messed up person, with lots of intolerable drama,
Could you please tell me what amazed you about me ?
I really want to know, how you even put up with my stupidity...
When I actually can't deal with the stupid person of me anymore.

I pick up fights, I'm moody all the time...
I get jealous, I feel curious, I get mad for no good reason
But every time I get back to the normal person of me,
You're still right here to tell me it will all be fine...

Is it so easy ? Is it a little hard ? Or is it extremely hard ?
But I'm grateful that you always have my back,
I will always love you my sweet baby doll,
No matter the distance, we shall stand the test of time.

A little something for my baby doll...
If they ask you my best colour, never say you don't know..
Baby girl loves colour blue ;
Her best drink is coffee, and she loves it hot, deep and black...
She loves apples, because they're a symbol of pure hearts..

You will always be mine baby doll...
You will forever be the best thing that ever happened to my life.