Talented features & unreal physique
From the tip of her tongue
To the touch & the heat
Igniting a flame I know shouldn't be
This always happens to me
Laying myself out to dry repeatedly
I'm just trying to help us be happy
But sadly it's another handy dandy
Heartfelt catastrophe
It must be scary I know
Don't think, let me show
How my paper mache heart glows
Ignoring the whiplash of thinking back
A few weeks from these moments
When my paper heart is ash
And your flame has no energy
I maybe start to see it's my own fault
These heartfelt catastrophes come to be
Because I offer all I can to special ladies
Who will never love me
Then I fall victim to my own scrutiny
Stupid idiot lover boy
Keep the honied words in your cheeks
Just keep your sweet words to yourself
Until they're spoke to you alone
From somebody else.
YOU ARE READING
Palpitations in Love
PoetryBy products of an over read, under stimulated, & depressed romantic idiot.
