Bad Poetry Guy Presents: "Tingle Wings"

I see you down by the depot.
Oh no.
I'm just so far from you.
Coo coo.
I see you hold the hand of the man I can never be.
And I,
Cry.

But not for long, my sweet little girl.
I've got my tingle wings on
and I'm flying to you.

I see you looking at that Monet.
No way.
You are alone in the museum.
Ho hum.
I see you lurch forward and fall to your knees.
And I,
DIEEEEEEEEEEE.

I AM DEAD.
DEAD LIKE A THOUSAND ARMIES DEAD.

-Bad Poetry Guy