You're plastered with red flags
Red I mistook to mean love
Now all I see is a one way sign
With no U turn back
They said we'd be perfect together
Now I know why fortune tellers ****
We could have been perfect
But baby there's no "we"
I was foolish enough to believe
I believed that they were right
You're just another lesson learned
What have I yet to learn?
Amidst the constant keyboard clicking
The rhythmic ping of emails
The random beeps of Lync messages
The slow agonizing dance of meetings
The daunting imminence of deadlines
The weary stare of the computer screen
The lazy sway of pens taking notes
An insistent, persistent and incessant insect
Buzzing in my ear is asking...
Like a kid in an ice cream store
Lips bitten, eyes widened
With only one free taste spoon
Where do you dip your spoon?
In the sweet and nutty tub of love?
In the sour and exciting tub of career?
In the chunky and loaded tub of travel?
In the melt in the mouth and comforting tub of family?
Tell me which one do you scoop?
You are the spice I can't get off my lips
Heat is radiating from where your lips touched me
My lips are throbbing from the excitement in anticipation
Of meeting you again
— The End —