I stare into those eyes and swear
They are the pair that can repair
every heartache, all the damage in the rear
View mirror of my mind as I recline & rewind
Through years of broken hearted nights
Unrelenting fights but then fear comes to rear
It's ugly head and the idea
That by your accounting I'm in arrears.
The interest is just not there
It's mathematically impossible for me to appear
To add up to the woman
you can see yourself with for years.
All deference to myself,
I'm a wealth of untapped potential.
And you've always managed to just smile
and I feel special.
Is it true, you may be feeling the same?
There's no shame in having doubts.
But me and you share something beautiful.
We can figure this out.
I know that neither of us really believe in romance
Still I have a feeling that if simply given the chance
We'd advance exponentially eventually
We could grow together
Just give me a sign that I'm not wasting my time
Cause in my mind I do the math and realize
I could love you forever.
About the Creator
Syncere
Syncere (noun) An author/poet & barely tolerable human being. Masterful trickster of family & friends, as they actually support her. In another life, could've been a failed comedienne. In the grand scheme of the multiverse, she already is.
Comments (3)
"That by your accounting I'm in arrears" - ooo. Good lines!
Aww ❤️ love this.
So sensual and so human, I absolutely loved this