So, you're a puddle of red and white,
while I sit here in my bunny slippers
and a greasy hairstyle:
the epitome of blue.
It was what? a week ago that you
decided you wanted "something else"
and left me here
to cry myself into oblivion.
So, you're a picture of a boy in blue
with a smile on your love drunk face
and I know that curve of the lips
will never be mine again as long as I'm
me and you're
an ass.
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True that.
ReplyDeleteI love the stuff you write, especially your poems like this.