The smiles as she walked in the room Have all turned into frowns Am I too quick to assume That the love is no longer in bloom? The tantrums and the tears Play a very different tune To what they did before Her heads red raw And the ending doesnt sound like The happiest around When you sobbed before it felt much more Like the product of a squabble Now theres reason for it to be something more And no would be Oh, its uncertain Whether the curtain has shut for good She says, See if its still raining Im not dressed for it and if you loved me Well I interrupted, received the scowl and stare But still decided to stop her there Would it be outrageous to say Were either shouting or were shagging Docked in tempestuous bays? At least thats how it felt yesterday The eyes are getting heavier And whether youre asleep or awake is a mystery Would a kiss be too much to ask? When you fit me like Sundays frozen pitch Fits the thermos flask Its a pity, it just hit me, we cant go back To the chest touching on the back
Posted on: Tue, 06 Jan 2015 04:08:33 +0000
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