You’re totally right.
I don’t have time for lofty ideas
of you and I,
we,
us,
traipsing down a velvet aisle,
flanked by satin bows
in silver and blue.
vowing forever,
planning a home,
three perfect children,
a golden retriever named Al.
I really don’t care
what you want for dinner,
how you like your coffee,
or your preferred brand
of after shave,
but if you’d still like to share,
go ahead.
I’ll be over here,
reading these bridal magazines,
hidden behind Psychology books
wondering when you’ll get a clue.
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