prolonged the surly so longs, in hopes that we could be
mo' potent than the rest, love stronger than herbal tea
&
now
reek rummages through nostrils, absent potpourri
expiration date approaching the adhesion of I and she
it went bad, spoiled rotten, ties securely knotted...
forgotten,
loosened, so the goose can run free from the
deathly noose of plucked melodies,
singing "my god MY GOD, loves suttn so sweet"
when its actually suttn sour, worsening horrendously by the hour

man can only admit so many blows before he snaps back
bothersome subtle hints, constantly screaming our loves
offff track, off track, its daring to depart way off track
with no hope of correctly recalling its crooked way back.
display your affections for all those to see
that shietttt,
you only care for 3 things
excluding me
well my friend,
I
ah-I
i-ah
take heed.

on april 12th my chords bleed
you lost one.