You read my poetry and look at my age, thinking I'm new to this..
News flash, I used to rhyme in ultrasound out my momma's uterus..
Scribbled several stanzas inside of her womb..
From love, to life, to my impending doom..
It's all here for your enjoyment.
I don’t love you.
It’s not that I don’t. And it’s not that I can’t.
It’s because I don’t want to love you.
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I like you...just a little bit...like this much..
And repeatedly I've come just as close to giving up..
I wear my heart on my sleeve..
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If you're sick of the lies
I can be your doctor...
Show you what should be
and treat you proper...
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See you walking on the side walk, give a little wink..
Then I can start the sweet talk, here's what I think..
You're a rare type of honey. Sweet and all-natural..
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Our story started as most things do..
With time spent together, alone or not..
Years of exchanging banter with you..
In the hallways, in class, or the parking lot..
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