till death do us part

is that how you say it? if i got the title wrong tell me. but other than that...not much else to say

“till death do us part”

What was I thinking….

The summer sets on our honey moon…

Simply distractions from the looming doom.

Neither of us ready, we played football with no legs.

Lifted weights with no strength, ate without mouths.

This was bound to end tits up. She had no tits.

Her monobrow and Hollywood smile killed me.

Won me over like a duck in a cute hat.

Novelty lost when reality kicked us in the teeth.

Too late for the  “just friends” talk

Better walk the walk son.

If not for the both of us…

For the arrival in 9 months.

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

rhythmic -gutsy- honest

[nigrum homonculus]

thanks! glad you enjoyed it

[Tai Ryens]

Deep, might I say. Most poems, couple of mine included, normally rant on and on about a leaving lover, but you speak of the anchor that forcibly attaches both of them and strongly suggests that they try to make things work. Good job, you are improving I can see~

[nigrum homonculus]

thank you tai! it feels like i'm declining in a way so that really did lift me up!

[Harley (arbiter)]

Woah bro. That's some stuff right there. True or no? I wonder. Ah but anyway good job. I like the comparasons. Football with no legs. Of course I think of american football but you probably meant yalls. Anyway awesome

[nigrum homonculus]

na this isn't true. thanks for the review man!

[Harley (arbiter)]

Ah ok that's good :D welcome