Boo,
I don't write love letters
like you do
My words get blacklisted
'cause with love,
things can get twisted, quickly
You see:
the sweet hips
drips
with kisses ... can easily be
the creep's lips
trips
with hisses
Don't misconstrue, Boo
I see you
like you see me
and, I agree
our minds are connected
But
our
telepathy
can certainly be
the lepathy
to confuse you
and
contuse you too
You don't see the pain I see
I see the pane you don't see
It obscures my view
I'm one of the pragmatic few
I'm being true to you, Boo
These love letters must end
In its place I'll just send
"Deeds" things we can both do
and claim ownership to
They can't be misunderstood at all
The same ones used at a concert hall
If it's great ... then I'll just applaud
If it's bad ... then I'll just ...
Boo, I'm through
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 1:43 AM UTC
Boo,
I don't write love letters
like you do
My words get blacklisted
'cause with love,
things can get twisted, quickly
You see:
the sweet hips
drips
with kisses ... can easily be
the creep's lips
trips
with hisses
Don't misconstrue, Boo
I see you
like you see me
and, I agree
our minds are connected
But
our
telepathy
can certainly be
the lepathy
to confuse you
and
contuse you too
You don't see the pain I see
I see the pane you don't see
It obscures my view
I'm one of the pragmatic few
I'm being true to you, Boo
These love letters must end
In its place I'll just send
"Deeds" things we can both do
and claim ownership to
They can't be misunderstood at all
The same ones used at a concert hall
If it's great ... then I'll just applaud
If it's bad ... then I'll just ...
Boo, I'm through
Lighten up my friends. It is all good with Poetry
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