Disappointment
I could easily write you a poem on my phone
But words could never convey what I’ve always known
That you could do bad all on your own
Girl, my face is your thrown
I can’t wait to get you alone!
But let’s switch zones
Baby, you are my home.
Like ghosts you roam
And linger inside my mind and heart
Your very existence an art
The sounds you make
Your anatomical shape
The various grooves and shakes
Your body makes.
Keep me far from sane
I’m just saying...
I could write it if I wanted to
But I’m good cause I wanted you
And I’m rather horrible at reading cues
Let alone pen poems for you
So sorry for disappointing you