Sneakin’ In
I know what you think,
hands on your hips,
lips all sour, looking at me
like I forgot.
Birthday? Anniversary?
The day of our first kiss?
March 17th! Thank you so very much.
Midori Margaritas, St. Patricks Day,
green, green, green. I know you don’t
see flowers. Stargazer Lilies that’s what
you would have gotten. Anyone can get roses.
Suppose you think I’m cheap
Just read you some boring love poem
Well, since you insist
Your eyes,
skies filled with stars.
My soul, your heart
apart from you I’m nothing.
Your touch burns my skin
from deep within
blah, blah, blah, blah
cliché cliché
I love you.
Yes, I know it’s 2 AM.
What’s your point?
2007-07-15
11:31:35
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