If you hate things that end in verse,
this blog post may feel like a curse.
If you are not interested in sappy love poems,
please move along, without sounding like Golem.
This post is not for you.
But please, don't feel blue.
By deliciously cheesy, I mean disgustingly so.
Imagine the pizza in Goofy movie to go.
Or Gluten-free pizza, or vegan cheese,
and do us a favor and skip this one, please!
It Begins
You mean the world to me, so why can't I give you the world?
2.
You make it so easy to fall in love. To dance in your voice and feel heaven above. Got me rhymin' like two turtle doves. But is it really you that I love?
3.
Why do you tease me the way that you do? And how is it that you never pull through? Real or not real, that's what Peeta said, and somehow I'm feeling just as half-dead. I'm trying to listen, observe with my eyes. But maybe there's nothing to monetize. I catch you in glimmers and we meet on the stairs, but somehow it feels like neither of us cares.
4.
Is it possible to love someone purely on sound? To hear them and giggle and glance around? To feel your heart gain a half a pound and to fall so silent you don't make a sound?
5.
I think my mind knew that my heart would never be through, so it focused all of my power on forgetting you. And then you appeared, and all that I feared, and, now that you're here, would you like a beer?
6.
And once again I'm lost. And maybe its worth the cost.
7.
Is it you or the idea of you? And why does it feel like I've got work to do?
8.
I approached you with hope, reached out in a whisper, you held me quite close and became a great listener.
9.
Who the hell do you think you are, making me fall up out of the stars?
I was happy up there, caught unawares.
I had not a care, not a whisper, nor tare.
And now you got me quoting Voltaire?
Suddenly I'm thinking in pairs.
Acting like I'm stacking chairs,
but really I'm here to tell you "Not fair!"
10.
You are no longer allowed to tell me you miss me.
Absolutely not.
You think I'm joking, but, friend, I'm serious as a blood clot.
This is not a knot I want to untangle,
but somehow you got me finding different angles,
And even if you do,
Even if its true,
I don't want to hear it,
I don't want to fear it,
You are not allowed,
Alone or in a crowd,
Close or far away,
In the evening or break of day,
Even if I say it first,
or write it to you in a million verse,
You are not allowed to say it,
You are not allowed to play it,
So please,
On my knees,
No more false decrees,
No more fooling the one with two degrees,
I'm sick of feeling this unease,
Lost in a new and old disease,
Trying to make my words unfreeze,
Give me no more guarantees,
And leave me alone to read in the trees.