If only, darling,
You were just an inch taller.
Maybe that smile a little bit smaller.
If only, honey,
You were just a year older.
A wild party animal, perhaps a smoker
Because right now, dear,
It’s purely impossible.
I can’t do it, hun, it's just not agreeable.
I can’t fall in love with you.
You’re making it hard-
Goodness, you are-
But I shouldn’t
Even care,
It shouldn’t have gone this far.
The truth is, dearest, your height is ideal,
And that smile you have hardly seems real.
Though, yes, you’re becoming much more than
Before,
I don’t want you smoking,
A nasty habit for sure.
And until all this is finally solved,
My love will stay buried,
Though
Always,
Always
Involved.
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Comments
sorry i haven't commented on this sooner, but i didn't really know what to say.
It's a very touching poem, and... i don't really know how to describe it. I like it very much.
bah silly emotions always come out in poems for me haha
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Just one silly, hopeless case of a romantic with no romance in sight.
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Just one silly, hopeless case of a romantic with no romance in sight.
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