A Different Type of Love

This is not the love that cries, me, me, me,

This is not the blinding love that makes you unable to see.

This is not the crippling love that makes you unable to walk,

This is not the silencing love that makes you unable to talk.

This is not the type of love that keeps you on the edge,

this is not the type of love that leaves you on the ledge.

This is not the type of love that's bound to break your heart,

This is not the type of love that rips your soul apart.

We are a mystery to the outside world,

You with your fashion, me with my curls.

The truth is, my love, there's nothing to see,

I don't want you and you don't want me.

At least not in that way, not in the dull way,

Not in the way involving kissing and foreplay.

I just love you, and love that we're best friends,

Water Hill and Lady Bird, till the very end.

The End

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