Trenchcoat Poem by ally gunther

Cold enough for a trenchcoat,
Outside.
It'll keep you warm.
Lifting me up from the,
Doldrums.
Onto the bull-bar,
Of a dirty white paint,
Holes in the logic!
Broken,
Broken,
But lovable.

And it takes a sentimental value,
Loyalty.
To interchange red,
And blue.
Emotional and physical,
Not black or white,
But some grey hue-
Is loving you.
Sprint into the shadows,
Baby you were always here,
You are always here.
Times 4,5,6!

Can't bite the hand that feeds me,
And feed me you do.
The safety I can only find in you.
Well snuck into the moonlight-
How you surprise me too.
Warm trenchcoat,
Protecting me from the freeze.
Frostbite delight,
With you.

And the irony,
The similarity kills me too.
Every time your scent,
Blesses my breath.
Even before you are physically there.
Yeah,
You're guilty of homicide,
By my Electra complex,
Intricate-
Soft blonde hair,
And a familiar,
Deodorizer fills the air.

And a virtual mortar,
Keeps me here.
Steadies my black and white.
Bricks fill with-
Bloodstained scars.
And when there's cracks in your wall,
I'll patch them up.
Even when they don't heal easy (or for months)
Trenchcoat,
I won't give up.

And although the fabric,
Will grow worn sometime,
And maybe some might be torn...
Baby my sentimental value,
Will give its' all to you,
Honey your emotions are the most-
Beautiful (borderline psychotic) .
And sweetie some times,
When you talk too much,
I'll kiss you,
Remind you just how much,
My love follows you.
Follows through,
Trenchcoat,
I love you.
(And I'm borderline psychotic too...)