It's inner turmoil, when I look into those eyes Those beautiful brown eyes, that I fell for first When I don't get the same vibe, it feels worse To not know if you're masking the feelings That I know you once had, or if your Simply no longer feeling my flow My magnetic, floetic imagry. The inner turmoil Has my thoughts puzzling, my heart... Well...my heart fervently beats when you look at me See...no I can't see. I don't know. That's The inner turmoil flooding the gate of my brain Drowning my visions of you and I Choaking the chances of you and I Killing the feelings in you and in I Inner turmoil replacing newborn passion But who's to blame for this hectic situation? Me or you, you and I, Fate Perhaps, makes for an interesting debate I'd rather meditate, metacognate, and relate This inner turmoil in a twenty line poem.