You used to serve I Love Yous with my Morning Coffee. Kisses With My Creamer. Sing “You Are My Sunshine” With My Sugar. Stir It up in a blender.
To Love You Is To Love Malnourished.
You Used to ask Questions About My Day. Serve Feedback With My Steak. Sing To The Records That I’d Play. I Think About You Every Day.
To Love You Is To Love Malnourished
Now Days and Nights are all too Similar. Missing You Has Become All Too Familiar. I Miss You In The Summer, The Fall, And The Winter. I Look into the Mirror. At My Figure Without Filter. I Don’t Know My Mom, My Dad, Or My Sister. Tears Flow Like a River.
To Love You Is To Love Malnourished
To Wake up at Midnight. Write a Poem about the Moonlight. Write our Names out and then Rewrite You’re My Busted Up Brake Light Unable to Fly Box Kite Poems That I Recite Late To School Stop Lights Oklahoma Frostbite
To Love You Is To Love Malnourished Look at Every Picture. Listen to The Scriptures. Wish That I Could Be With Her. Wish Our Love Was Thicker, and Richer, and Didn’t Go Quicker.
To Love You Is To Love Malnourished
When The One That You Love You Have To Unsee. They What You Love You Have To Set Free. Choice A was to Love, She Choose Choice B. Call Me Rude, Hateful, and OutRight Obscene. But To love You Like I Do Is Painful and Weak.