The Envelope

I tend to take the highs with the lows,

Our relationship's trochee but I wish it was prose.

I see you weigh the cons and the pros,

When I look in your eyes I see where the doubt flows.

I don't know if its 'Love' with a capitol L,

But I know that its love with a capitol hell;

I have this fiery pit in the depths of my stomach where the butterflies and the demons dwell.

I feel sick to the core when you make that dead smile,

You're not gonna be over him for a dead mile –

I wish I could just accept that fact and stop being so FUCKING INFANTILE.

Aaah

I know I'm a bad fish,

And

I know I'm no grand dish,

But I will swim as hard as I can to delay the pain of a last kiss.

I would bleed through my eyes to look into yours and see the spark of passion reborn,

But hard work is no good without substance,

So I dread the dark day that our link's torn

For good...

This is a spoken word poem that I wrote. Its pretty silly really, but oh well.

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