At the drop of a hat
Before time is due
You can bet that
I'll be next to you.

Her: I think I can write poetry...
        On your neck...
        With my lips.

Me: If you can write poetry on my
       On my neck with your lips,
       Consider the rest of my skin
       A blank page waiting for
       The ink of your bliss.

I hear it's a fragile thing,
This trust.
Call it gullible but I've always
Had too much
Never thought I'd be with one
Who's trust breaks easy.
And I wonder what the hell I'm doing
With someone who's opposite of me.
A question that requires deep thinkin,
Is she really worth this stressin?