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Aug 2012
I want a man
who has a big
Soul

I can care less about the size of his
Bankroll

I want you to cook,
And clean,
And do the laundry,
And do the food shopping
With me.

You must play an instrument
I dont care if you ****,
As long as you never quit.
Quitting is sooo
Unattractive.

I can spend the whole week inside,
I love nature, but trees don't pay the bills,
these skills keep my PayPal filled.

I want you to put the coffee on, before I wake up,
Because I forgot to set the timer,
And Put the grounds and filter in,
Even though it was my turn,
And hand me a cup as I walk into the room,
And never mention my forgetfulness.

Starched collars and dress shoes
Don't do it for me,
I need to be able to strip you down in seconds,
Not get lost in your coat and sweater vest,
On the way to your flesh.

Catch me off guard,
Make me laugh,
And I'll be yours,
Even if you grow stale,
And make me cry

I know how love works,
Because I have broken enough,
And saw the tiny cogs and gears inside.

All I want
Is someone,
Who will give me the key to their
Heart.
Let me move in, and make it my own.
And even after I wreck the place up,
In an irrational fit, and storm out,
keying your car on the way,
You'll never change the locks,
Or take my key away.
I **** at titles. I'm open to suggestions.
Loren Mercier
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Loren Mercier
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