Who are you? What is this?
True love's purest form? Please prove it
With kiss.
An ego comprised of dynamite but I will never blow your
Cover,
You're far from being near, it feels better when you
Hover.
If it's only raining dogs, why ask why we chase
Cats,
Expected to turn our backs but preferably we face
Facts.
The first to push your buttons, could I pull the last
Zipper?
Your soul seems to fit perfectly into that glass
Slipper.
The roses appear happy, why are the violets so
Blue,
Undeniably old fashioned, this day is so
New.
Why do we only offer the beds that we turn
Down?
As we "Imagine Dragons" are responsible for the bridges we
Burn down.
Selfish salesman, so how does one deal?
If the ball belongs in the peoples court, how do we
Appeal?
Allow all negativity to sore underneath our pilot
Hearts,
Avoiding the publics' attempts to piece together our private
Parts.
The camel's back is broken, we lost sight of the last
Straw,
Now I can see what you are saying, right through your glass
Jaw.
About the Creator
Michael avant
Hello fellow creators. In short I'm nothing more than a very big fan of this art form we all love called Poetry. Playing with words and thoughts, bending and twisting ideas is all part of this therapeutic yet challenging past time.
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