You’re tiring of me
Quick as quick
I can already feel the limpness in your dick.
What a pity. What a shame.
The fire between us , isn’t eternal flame.
So, so sad. So, so tragic.
That I can no longer work my magic.
‘Treat you mean and keep you keen’?
A kick to the guts? A jab to spleen?
Must I really become a shard
In order for you to get hard?
Screw it. Let this thing end
Before we are no longer friends.
You’re not really a rebel, are you?
With your skull tattoos and lost soul vibe.
You sit on a bike that you can’t ride
You smoke pot all the time so you can’t drive.
You walk with a swagger but have no sway
Your ridiculous stories give you away
Your ‘live in the moment’ constant retort
Although you really do nothing of the sort.
You like heavy-metal fine.. ok
You over insist that you’re not ‘gay’
You’re mean though
I’ll give you that.
Shut me out of life
Make me feel like a twat.
You’re a rebel without a reason
I committed no crime or treason.
I wanted you and that was all
Your worst crime was to pretend to fall
You’re full of crap and rather crass
You’re really not a good.. bad-ass.
I’m chronically in love with you.
” Every step you take, every move you make..”
Oh wait it’s all been done before?
Well this love hasn’t.
My love for you is a thumbprint.
My love for you is like the word that rhymes with orange.
No no not that it doesn’t exist!
It’s sporange ( look it up- I did)
My love for you is like sniffing glue ( I imagine)
It’s hit me in the face like that game. You know … Pie face.
Full throttle to the gob. Exciting. Funny. Runny.
I love you till the cows come home and get milked. Over and over.
I will love you after I sag and before I rot
I will love you in the next world and all the worlds after.
It’s all been done before?
Yep. again and again and again.
Forever. Foralways. For me.
You’re missing a ‘W’ in everything you do
Ork, ant, ill
I can never be your ‘ife’
With just a tinkle in your life.
No… I wouldn’t say I’m judgmental.
Sorry. What’s that?
You don’t drink coffee?
Google:The perfect cure to ever thinking you have an original thought.(c) Slumpless (Or should I bother? – it’s already been done :D)
‘What’s in a name?’
I would be giving you the key to me
My thoughts would be censored
No it’s better this way.
No fame. No fuss.
I would rather be anonywuss.