Perplexed

I dont know what makes me cry.
I dont know why my emotions run high.
I may seem to be an impulsive stunner,
but i am nothing just a confused dummer.

I know you are frustrated with my delicate extravagance,
My unreasoned weeping and my infringed seeping.

I wish i could explain you my baffled thoughts,
I dont want to posses you, just want to share your prized time.
A few cherished moments that I want to share,
Giving my unconditional presence because I care.

You want to share my prize with your companions,'
When I linger for you the whole day.
What about my toiled crusines and agravated wounds?
Who will heal them if not you.