IF ONLY WE COULD
Love to get hitchedSo relatives can't bitch
White lies tend to itch
Torn hearts can't be stitched
If only we could
Do what we wanted to do
If only we could
Be who we are
Deep in the thick if it
Liking how you sit
If only we could
Static cling a nuisance
What the hell conclusive
Void of respect and abusive
So now we remain seclusive
Thighs of Europe chasing
Goldie Locks tosses a flip
Red wine attempts to grip
We sought shelter way under
If only we could
Wrestle until we got through
If only we could
Be who we are
Held captive sip by sip
Loving how you row
If only we could
Love to get hitched
So relatives can't bitch
White lies tend to itch
Broken hearts enriched
If only we could
Twin arrows reveal the truth
If only we could
Be who we are
Bound to fact and fiction
Stride for stride who wins
If only we could
Copyright, Nathaniel London Jr. 2014
All rights reserved by author 2014
Poetry by France England
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Written on 2014-07-09 at 23:35
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