You, the doodle on my page,
You fill me up with sudden rage.
You bitch and moan, the worst of sounds;
Those silent cries are so profound.
Your dreary tune, it makes me scream.
It made me find that this is no dream.
You, the villain of my pen,
I hope to never see again.
You poison those feeble light blue lines;
It gets into my human mind.
Because of you, I'm full of shame.
You're the one I'll always blame.
I will overcome you, filthy scum,
And show you what I have become.
I've spread my wings, you are the past.
I've freed myself of you, at last.
Though you crossed me many a time,
You, on my page, I'll never find.
I have my doubts of my pure bliss;
For you're a doodle I sorely miss.
The one I hold imperfectly dear,
My love for you was so unclear.
I've come to know this after a while;
And, when I think of you, I sweetly smile.