It was a Wild West kind of love
he had more bullets.
She shot better.
A beauty mirage.
She was nectar to the eyes
dripping with elegance from
the tip of her brain to the toes
she hates.
Coffee shop dates,
charity shop raids and
childish outings we thrifted
from month to month living our
mad men lifestyle.
I was a worrier, a machine fed
‘what if’ kind of guy, dangle the
peach and I’ll bite the fruit with
a honey sweet tooth for loving
you.
Money racketeering, Wall Street
envisions success in our buy low
sell high pyramid scheme race to
the bottom.
I lost the race…or was it you?
All I know is that I’m still crazy
and in love with you.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 7:27 PM UTC
It was a Wild West kind of love
he had more bullets.
She shot better.
A beauty mirage.
She was nectar to the eyes
dripping with elegance from
the tip of her brain to the toes
she hates.
Coffee shop dates,
charity shop raids and
childish outings we thrifted
from month to month living our
mad men lifestyle.
I was a worrier, a machine fed
‘what if’ kind of guy, dangle the
peach and I’ll bite the fruit with
a honey sweet tooth for loving
you.
Money racketeering, Wall Street
envisions success in our buy low
sell high pyramid scheme race to
the bottom.
I lost the race…or was it you?
All I know is that I’m still crazy
and in love with you.
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