I love you and you love me,
They're words that come casually.
Every phone call when we hang up,
Every kiss goodbye and saved ‘break-up'.
Why not lie to me - go on -
tell me that we will "always" be together.
Let Venus smile down upon our naked naivety
Or, lets write unrequited, and die like Romeo and Juliette.
Inscribe each other into our obituary,
And lye side by side in the mortuary for "eternity".
The problem is, that I am beginning to see,
The simple communal lavatory
Has a more personality
Than such a village bicycle.
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