Encore?

It’s hard to go with the flow when the water runs dry

It wasn’t all love at “hi”

But it was all hate at “bye”

Who’s more fucked up?

I think its a tie

Impossible to walk the path when I was born to fly

Love as dark as the night’s sky

Almost mythical the way we believe in something that may not exist

Everyone’s “I do” doesn’t end with a kiss

Sometimes its followed by opportunities missed

Strange how that is after what seemed like an eternity of bliss

And the sex isn’t half bad when it does happen

Caught in thoughts of deep strokes and ass slapping

Now it’s aggressive fapping

Followed by napping

Round of applause because hands are the only thing clapping

 

-Too Distinct the Poet

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