some matters of the heart
only matter in parts
what's the matter when the lather spills like batter
out of the pot & hassles the fragile at heart
till they unravel, overwhelmed in the saddle from start
when reminiscing, we gather our thoughts, like kissing
coral them, & allow them to chart
the patterns we wove
taking a chance at romance
from the first glance
to when we peel off our cloths
to the kneel & propose
to the last dance
to the rose, to heal or dry those tears; i suppose
to disguises disguised as blind folds
so you don't see me walk out the door
still… you hear it close
no more, holding you close
no more, consoling your woes
no more, blanket tug-a-wars
no more, quickies on stoves & against doors
no more, late night strolls
no more, table for twos
no more, tears or making you blue
no more, making you coo, or making you swoon
no more, making you ahh, then making you ooh
no more, losing your cool, or your patience
no more, frustration
no more, great conversations
no more, arguments
no more, anger
no more, where are you at's
no more, listening
no more, not this bullshit again
no more questions
just more history lessons
proving nobody knows what the future holds
promises just makes one of us a liar if somebody folds
regardless how hard we're trying
the stars, or the wizard of oz, hold the cards
& sometimes they're not aligned
still on faith, we're relying; & believing
battling the odds, till they're even
so that neither one of us is leaving
no more
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