If it weren't for the fact
I'm openly a closet-romantic-turned-cynic,
I'd swoon.
Three long years together -
how'd you ever manage?
The once a quarter fight
spice up life? Or the
meltdowns 'round Christmas
and family plights
keep you more concerned with
those endings,
and keep that one at bay?
Maybe it was that one week last summer
when all but alone you stood by -
through the petty trials and break-downs
abandonment and oppression of others.
I wish you were mine.
Rejoice! I've posted something (Jacko). The middle is really weak, any suggestiosn there specifically? Especially the last line of the second stanza. It's icky. Otherwise, ta, all!
Mesh
