I am a terrible man
Replete with terrible features
Too old for a hopeful youth
Too young to concede defeat... yet
And that was precisely how we met
A terrible woman
Wiping her knees from dirt and grass
Disenchanted and disaffected... yet
Complete with a smile
To purloin your sirloin
And you'd thank her for the chance
Improbable possibles
Impossible improbables
I looked around and I doubted
There were bookies taking bets on us
You fool,
You damnable child
And me
A man-child, **** you
Like sunset and sunrise
Our crossings be brief
But from time to time
When the weather and stars align
We meet
And call it Twilight
Just for some dumb ******* to turn into a sparkly vampire movie.