Oh eager member,
how you make a mess of things,
turning long hugs into lawsuits,
adding inches of distance
between closer moments.
You make getting up to leave
a dance between the couch and door.
Stealing what I’m sure is precious blood
flow from my brain, you grow without
regards to your destination. I’ll call you
rube, scrub, and newbie, ****** *****
because you can make a mess
of even holding hands,
but most often,
just my pants.
Sincerely,
What should be blushing cheeks.
May 15, 2011
May 15, 2011 at 5:38 PM UTC
Oh eager member,
how you make a mess of things,
turning long hugs into lawsuits,
adding inches of distance
between closer moments.
You make getting up to leave
a dance between the couch and door.
Stealing what I’m sure is precious blood
flow from my brain, you grow without
regards to your destination. I’ll call you
rube, scrub, and newbie, ****** *****
because you can make a mess
of even holding hands,
but most often,
just my pants.
Sincerely,
What should be blushing cheeks.
Go ahead and laugh, I did ;-)
To a certain someone: sorry I couldn't read this... it's ridiculous, and not fully accurate of course... really...
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