-1Five little Iambic feet.

Why won’t it just

Flow.

Notepads far from neat

Your face in my head.

Black market.

Porn career

Lies are what they said.

Frustration rips me.

Short dark hair.

My only despair

Don’t set me free

Cry rhymes with lie.

Do the first.

Never second.

Make you and I.

Take the paint from the ball.

Happiness from a song.

I’m starting to fall.

But don’t get me wrong

It isn’t just you

It’s the things that you own

Like sharing a view

And listening to me moan.

It’s never enough.

Don’t start.

Don’t stop.

Things are rough.

I can’t get it right.

Nothing is good.

But bad.

I won’t sleep tonight.

Could it be what I hate.

What you do.

Things you say

That make you my soul….