I'll drink this
and you'll smoke that.
I'll stare
as you stroke the cat.
"What's worse,"
you inquire,
*"to love or be loved
by a liar?"*
Scratch my head,
chew my hair.
*"Why do you
even care?"*
Eyes spark,
you lean in close
*"Your opinion matters
the most."*
And with that,
you run off to bed.
I follow,
still scratching my head.
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 11:38 PM UTC
I'll drink this
and you'll smoke that.
I'll stare
as you stroke the cat.
"What's worse,"
you inquire,
*"to love or be loved
by a liar?"*
Scratch my head,
chew my hair.
*"Why do you
even care?"*
Eyes spark,
you lean in close
*"Your opinion matters
the most."*
And with that,
you run off to bed.
I follow,
still scratching my head.
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