(foreword: I wrote this as a song for my friends band, so if you read it more like a speaky slow song than a poem it flows a bit better. If you like it more as a poem then keep it as a poem.)
I do my exercise and my art,
Do you want my biography,
Or my heart?
Cause I built both of them,
Only I can rip them apart.
Don’t say I didn’t have you warned,
From the sour start.
Second saboteur on the chart.
Tell me I’m right,
Tell me I’m wrong,
Take a batter at the later
And you’ll be gone,
Found my red right hand,
And its screwed back on.
I’m my least favourite line,
In life’s sweet song .
But you’re the whiskey,
In the milky tea,
The kind of sought after,
Beautiful disaster,
That would marry me.
I didn’t ask your name,
Darling, I didn’t ask you to agree.
I just might be suggesting
The thing in your best interests,
Should be me.
YOU ARE READING
Love is an Astronaut.
PoetryAn unconventional love poem about giving your heart away and not necessarily asking to have it back. I like to think its the best kind of romantic. Honest, sweet and cliche. You'll like it.
