"Ain't In Love"

My God.

I can't breathe. 

And I'll stay that way 'til I get out from under all this

TIMBER.

It ain't love,

I swear to you.

I've never met a lumberjack but man can a man eat after a day of

cutting.

And a life of walking?

Man. 

Surely, sorely am I to be sore when sore ain't the beginning of somebody's problems: 

I jump away from cables and tires and screaming kids and so do they; only difference is one of us is falling hard and let me tell you sonny, ain't nothin' has ever made me fall harder than

her.

 Forgive me but I do believe I am the chauffer? 

And do I ever mean you kindness but let me talk about her eyes. 

I've never met her, and I never will but man are they ever prettier from

this far away. 

I think they'd be prettier much closer but hell, I'm far-sighted. 

And a man that can't a-see t'

HERE 

Ain't a man but a rag. 

But let me ask you, man, if never have I ever used a rag that failed me?

No sir-ee.

I hardly know, I know, what I came to drive on about.

Maybe the time of day, or maybe the color of her eyes. The sky is somewhat likable in that swirl of green I call her right eye. Maybe the sky should'a' been green 'stead of that one color. Or two or three; I seem to recall it has an identity crisis every god damn day. And I think I'd sleep better, rest easier, if the way above me was paved in her birthstone.

Reviews

[Edward Lancheister]

i like the communication between words that written, bring new excitement to read

my favorite lines are

And do I ever mean you kindness but

let me talk about her eyes.

I've never met her, and I never will but man are they ever prettier from this far away.

I think they'd be prettier much closer but hell, I'm far-sighted.

And a man that can't a-see t'

those words create a good communication

[Adreamer's Bluejay]

I really like this piece though I am quite unsure what else to say about it, it has left me completely speechless (okay, almost speechless)