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
Too Distinct 