I’ll say it—but I won’t.
How stupid does that sound?
When you ask me, you’ll hear the ocean—
you’re on hold after all while I slip away
Innuendo: there’s lots
piled up between Us to which we contribute
It’s frustrating, I know,
especially when the thought (or theory) slaps my cheek,
forcing my focus on This
that our dance is just a Disney
Some of it is ‘cause only a fool would
in the notion that we’ll just (together) “be”
with no bumps, scratches, scars,
on our egos and sanity
but my body wants to audition
the score anyhow.
I’ve said it but I haven’t.
and I...think the words would wither
before they touched your cognition of
for a couple of wondering wiles and bods.
I’ve said it. But I won’t.
It scares me, so I’ll Crush instead.
It’s infuriating, but at least
now you know.
- ▼ 2010 (21)
- ► 2009 (64)