Don't.
There's a word for you, a word I like, a word you treasure.
*****
A five-letter fantasy of brute force,
a word too appropriate for a girl like you.
You say it's for the laughs
a "term of endearment"
only true affection could contradict.
Yet with it, you can shut me down
convince the world I'm wrong
spin the story as you like—
all with a smile on your face.
Naturally, I do the same
with a tone that seems sarcastic
the word itself less frequent.
I like its flavor
so effortless.
We think ourselves clever
hearing others call us "cute"
but of neither term are we deserving.
We're still ******
For neither of us is beautiful,
neither of us could hold the weight of the world,
and neither of us is worth ****
At least I admit it.
Aug 10, 2011
Aug 10, 2011 at 8:59 AM UTC
Don't.
There's a word for you, a word I like, a word you treasure.
*****
A five-letter fantasy of brute force,
a word too appropriate for a girl like you.
You say it's for the laughs
a "term of endearment"
only true affection could contradict.
Yet with it, you can shut me down
convince the world I'm wrong
spin the story as you like—
all with a smile on your face.
Naturally, I do the same
with a tone that seems sarcastic
the word itself less frequent.
I like its flavor
so effortless.
We think ourselves clever
hearing others call us "cute"
but of neither term are we deserving.
We're still ******
For neither of us is beautiful,
neither of us could hold the weight of the world,
and neither of us is worth ****
At least I admit it.
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