A terrible love poem, that is, a poem about terrible love.
The people who walk hand in hand in the mall.
The people whose love makes old women smile.
I want to stand with you and ridicule these people for all that they're missing.
I want to love you so much that I have to duck sometimes.
I want to curse with you when we go bowling.
We will make the most fantastic mistakes together.
We will dance in the rubble.
We will have the scars to prove it.
Let us argue as we look for our keys.
Let us swear loudly in restaurants with cloth napkins and wine lists.
Let us piss off the world together.
I will remember you in the screeching of tires.
I will remember you in the fumbling hungover search for aspirin.
I will remember you in the hardware section.
Take me home and we'll mock the French.
Take me home and we'll smile and drink and laugh.
Take me home and we'll need to ice it in the morning.
I love you when you leave those scratches on my shoulders.
I love you when you squint your eyes and grin.
I love you when you dab the peroxide each morning and chuckle.
We'll show them how to love angrily.
We'll show them that real romance isn't pretty.
We'll show them all they've left behind, and laugh.
Poetry by Dave
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Written on 2006-02-02 at 21:39
Tags Love Desire Romance
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You're right in all the wrong ways
The people who sit on park benches and woo each other.The people who walk hand in hand in the mall.
The people whose love makes old women smile.
I want to stand with you and ridicule these people for all that they're missing.
I want to love you so much that I have to duck sometimes.
I want to curse with you when we go bowling.
We will make the most fantastic mistakes together.
We will dance in the rubble.
We will have the scars to prove it.
Let us argue as we look for our keys.
Let us swear loudly in restaurants with cloth napkins and wine lists.
Let us piss off the world together.
I will remember you in the screeching of tires.
I will remember you in the fumbling hungover search for aspirin.
I will remember you in the hardware section.
Take me home and we'll mock the French.
Take me home and we'll smile and drink and laugh.
Take me home and we'll need to ice it in the morning.
I love you when you leave those scratches on my shoulders.
I love you when you squint your eyes and grin.
I love you when you dab the peroxide each morning and chuckle.
We'll show them how to love angrily.
We'll show them that real romance isn't pretty.
We'll show them all they've left behind, and laugh.
Poetry by Dave
Read 739 times
Written on 2006-02-02 at 21:39
Tags Love Desire Romance
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