You’re not at all what I expected
with standards by this heart, dejected,
which goes to show how wrong I was
in all my pessimistic cause–
your love has left me quite affected
Tag: affection
On the Other Side of Two Mugs
Sit by the fire
of my utmost affection
and spin yarns
of your journey here
As Much as I Used To
I find
that I don’t love you
as much as
I used to,
you have shown your cards,
your flaws,
your imperfections,
your tells,
you have shown your weaknesses
and bared your soul
to someone
inferior,
you have shown compassion
to the very same
when it was not deserved.
Still
I find
that I don’t love you
as much as
I used to
for
I have loved you more
with each passing day
It’s Just a Heart
The heart is an ugly looking muscle
that has long been made
to look like something
it is not.
The heart has a purpose,
a practicality,
a pulse that gets
the body and the mind
working together by its many
intricate vessels.
The heart is an ugly looking muscle,
that is to say,
it ain’t pretty but we’d all die
without it.
Beauty does not equal function
nor does function equal perfection–
I do not literally die
when I hear how hard you are
on yourself;
my heart keeps beating, aching,
wondering how your heart
clearly ain’t showing you
what every other practical one
sees clearly.
It often skips a beat,
something normally abnormal,
but understandable
when it senses you.
It doesn’t literally die,
it functions like it should.
The heart is an ugly looking muscle
and it’s beating in this imperfect vessel.
This heart is an ugly looking,
imperfect muscle
but it knows a good heart
when it sees it.
Velvet
She’s ever elusive, out of reach
Yet she has permanent residency
Here in my mind, maybe my heart
But this isn’t the machinations
Of lust, or boyhood crushes
There’s something there,
Something I never felt before
Calm, warm, soft to touch
Like velvet on a winter night
Other women have come
Left their mark and never return
So I pray this time she stays
For it’s my soul, that now longs
For her reception.
The Next Big Thing
The next big thing
is just a band
a song
a man
ain’t no rhyme or reason
then
to strike up
arguments again
because it’s all
just a con
ain’t nothing
that won’t get gone
except for her
she’ll stick around
with world renown
be the next big thing
and that’s a hill
I’ll die on
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