I LOVE POEMS
With you I laugh without thinking,
because uniquely your intelligence
pales into insignificance
when compared to your persistence
That i do know about really.
You might care
I love you you know that
Where did I lose your grin?
When I was so proud to drink gin
And rejoice in your hair,
the new cut, standing on end
I know this time I can't mend
Without a taste of you
I'm very ill.
It's worse than we thought, say the doctors.
The snowball in hell, the last chance saloon
Soon we will come up with a new phrase
A phrase that describes this:
She loves him.
He changed his number
She has lost him
He's in India
She would run a marathon to kiss him
But there isn't a phrase that sums it all up
There isn't a note sad enough to play
to make her understand that her heart has had it's day
No matter how stupid she has been
Can it really mean this?
She cannot be his.