Your skin is like the softest petals,
Your worth the rarest, of rare metals,
Yet
In the sunlight, you sparkle like a jewel,
So I guess we never met because I was a tool?
A discarded rusty wrench, with an oily stench,
I meant in play, when I said ***** standing on a bench,
In the park, of my heart and yodeling my love for you,
From afar, so far, you never knew, the only feeling I had left,
I had for you.
There is always hope, I am not just another dope
I no longer need stuffed toys to cope,
Being the empty cup that only fills with tears,
I am chipped about the rim, your lips will never
drink from this cup, but wait I know where we
can meet, at that park, with my new pup!
If you have a dog to bring, we can talk while they play,
I promise I will only listen, I won't ask you to stay.
Too long.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
Your skin is like the softest petals,
Your worth the rarest, of rare metals,
Yet
In the sunlight, you sparkle like a jewel,
So I guess we never met because I was a tool?
A discarded rusty wrench, with an oily stench,
I meant in play, when I said ***** standing on a bench,
In the park, of my heart and yodeling my love for you,
From afar, so far, you never knew, the only feeling I had left,
I had for you.
There is always hope, I am not just another dope
I no longer need stuffed toys to cope,
Being the empty cup that only fills with tears,
I am chipped about the rim, your lips will never
drink from this cup, but wait I know where we
can meet, at that park, with my new pup!
If you have a dog to bring, we can talk while they play,
I promise I will only listen, I won't ask you to stay.
Too long.
Even life in its most serious of times needs stuff that makes us, enjoy, laughter is the best, but I hope you at least smile. No I am not stalking, you or you or her or.... and I am not a fan of baseball.
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