Category: poem

you know it’s impolite to kiss and tell
but girl i’m under your spell
it’s got me got me

with your lips that taste of candy
like a finely aged brandy
won’t stop me stop me

i lay awake at night
thinking about your body, right?
held against me against me

all those things i said were true
just look at another point of view
you’ll see me see me

if i cast myself out tonight
will you trust what i did was right
just believe me believe me

fainting at the sight of blood
flowing through the streets to flood
just to drown me drown me

i’m only self-destructive when the mood is nice
when you get like that it feels like ice
going to freeze me freeze me

the rabbit and the snake
what a match they make
both unique and divine
when schedules align
they will finally meet
each they’ll soon seek

the snake with his sharp teeth
the rabbit and her quick feet
he admires her from afar
like a distant star
soon with his smooth talk
she’ll go from run to walk

the rabbit and her ears
taken over by quick fears
to listen to a silver tongue
every breath from his lung
building trust anew
into a bond to pursue

bewildered by their attraction
their mutual satisfaction
of appearances and intellect
it made sense in retrospect
to believe this take
of the rabbit and the snake

the words from my silver tongue
have ruined the conversation
your frozen feet have sprung
scared off by my admiration

know that my intentions were pure
in hopes that you would share
maybe i was premature
to then learn of an ongoing affair

now the affection i felt
has turned unrequited
just the feelings ive been dealt
seem to have left me short sighted

though i go out on a limb
others might feel proud
but i think the chances are slim
ill ever stick out in a crowd

cast your eyes back on to me
maybe again youll get to see
a lovers hard earned plea
its an honest guarantee 

it used to be
i was waking up
to green eyes
staring back at me
if i was lucky
a smile followed
by a chuckle
with a soft kiss
i was lucky
more often
then not
but then
im not
lucky anymore
but whose to say
my luck wont
change

do you reminisce
about nights missing
spent worrying
about nothing you can control

does it get to you
late night phone calls
to robots who whistle
to leave your voice

stretching in the kitchen
checking the clock
for stars in your window
shining over you

turning all the lights on
alone in a big house
the ambience to feel
like a friendly presence

when midnight strikes
the lights go out
the door is locked
travel away from it

just like they are
somewhere else
another round
till the morning

wake up, move on