Romance Lost
Lamenting an Open Heart
I wonder if I were cold,
Would my words be sharp and bold.
Would my gaze be morning sorrow.
My thoughts consumed by lust and gold.
Alas I'm not this creepy fiend,
And lack the will of which it's deemed.
Perhaps because I choose to grow.
Instead of fester, fail and steam.
Not unlike the average Man,
I'll go to lengths for even Sand.
But should you ever question why.
I don't expect you'd understand.
I'll trade a toothbrush for a fork,
Even if it's made of cork.
It's just the way I am you see.
In pleasing you, it pleases me.
Would my words be sharp and bold.
Would my gaze be morning sorrow.
My thoughts consumed by lust and gold.
Alas I'm not this creepy fiend,
And lack the will of which it's deemed.
Perhaps because I choose to grow.
Instead of fester, fail and steam.
Not unlike the average Man,
I'll go to lengths for even Sand.
But should you ever question why.
I don't expect you'd understand.
I'll trade a toothbrush for a fork,
Even if it's made of cork.
It's just the way I am you see.
In pleasing you, it pleases me.
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Lamenting an Open Heart
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