Global yo-yo's spin tops on glass surfaces of eloquent moons
Us sad, lonely hearts sit and sigh our ever-impending gloom
Have never been one for romantic overtures,
but what can you do...
Looking for my lobster, at my fabled table for two.
Sans mirrors, sans history books, sans future maps
No dumb blondes, no jaded vixens, no sycophant saps
Just you and me and our self-excecuted mishaps...
"Table for two"
What can you do...'
Tis a sad, sad tale
told by an even sadder idiot.
valengovers never do end, do they?
ReplyDeletesingle? how can you single with so many "I"s crowding in?
ReplyDeletebut to sweeter things - today's ghordopic: lonliness
shweet - the warm sweet smell the sheets always
sentircle - the photo, e-mail or any other object that suddenly reminds you you're without someone
damnvitation - the invitation that allows (expects) you to bring your spouse/significant other
doppeldarling - the haircut, chin, smile, walk, laugh, word that reminds you of the long lost beloved
horrowaking - that moment when you wake up and realise its true, the dreams a fake and you really are horribly alone
reading back, I just realised there's a horrible possibility u might think i'm "pining" for someone, but trust me i'm not