Simple

you say I’m simple

‘cause I cannot see
the utter line
of my own thoughts –

and you say I’m naive
‘cause I’m saying
step into my heart!
whenever you pound my door

and then I’m strange
‘cause my lines don’t rhyme
and my heart rate chances
every time I write your name –

ok, let go, I’m simple
let go I’m strange and naive;
this red coloured math
of your heart is enough
for keeping my world spin around

(APED prompt 1)