Bad Love Poem

Self-explanatory...it's just not very good, but fun nonetheless!

 To me, you are the air I breath.

You are the syrup I pour onto my waffles,

and you fill every square.

You are the gloves I wear.

You carry me through snow drifts,

and you taste like ice cream.

Your hair I dream.

Your leaving leaves absences,

and your coming brings bliss.

You dance through sunbeams,

you melt like chocolate and we

fit like two buttons, snap.

You would even watch me take a crap.

Then shower, of course, where

you are the soap, the toke,

the immaculate grope.

You me beguiled,

now you better give me a child.

Author's Note

It's kinda funny, with a sour note...the guy's a bit of a jerk.

Reviews

[*~Kristy~*]

I loved this very much :) It reminds me a bit of the movie "Juno," whenever she says, "he is the cheese to my macaroni." I loved it!