I can’t speak to you with an unbuttoned blouse
I can’t stop dreaming about what might be My eyes drift as I’m quiet as a mouse I can’t help but objectify all that I see
I’m trying to be your gentleman caller
My purpose was to be on an even level But you have me squirming a little taller Falling for you again as you’re perfectly disheveled
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Waking up to exposed sunshine
I find myself easily seduced Once I tried become a Stoic But with my heart, it’s no use
I’m a hopeless romantic
But I try not to let anyone know In this disheveled morning I’ll have another merlot Like this: Like Loading...
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Uncontrollably shake your foot Another morning wide awake Experience as black as soot
We can only be who we are
No sense living in the past tense These are the ramifications Blinded to your own suspense
I know who we once were
Though they are now gone Not victim to anything Excuses made you the pawn
Shed these moments of hate
Bringing you down another level Dreams of agony by default Embraced, but slightly disheveled
Regroup at the breakfast table
Another chance to forever adjust Calming thoughts to carry through After all, we’re merely cosmic dust Like this: Like Loading...
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Transactionally stealing poetry from her diary
Thinking pretty thoughts, my lady crooner
Shedding our shared idealized past
Ravishingly disheveled from another nooner
These things are seldom spoken aloud
Angels sing out; no longer so distant
Breached actions distorting our thoughts
Heartbroken; leaving you feeling resistant
I’m out here worshipping my secular goddess
Looking for quiet now & avoiding unsolicited advice
Passion not always akin to pleasure
Focused to ensure my kisses are nice & precise Like this: Like Loading...
Battered old blank pages
Waiting to be smeared by ink Disheveled by passing time Often fraught with more than we think Crisp white canvas no longer Absorbing life as a passerby So pause before you type A silent witness to these lies Like this: Like Loading...