Friday, 12 July 2013

What does the cat purr in your ear?


 
 
 
Ripped Off The Context

 

 

Cheating exists in many formats,

I know nothing about it,

How does it feel?

I don’t know,

Infidelity for some reason is always styled,

With a pair of famously infamous horns,

My lines are lacking despair,

Reproofs have no edge,

I always walk on my instinct,

Obeying the rule of rules,

When you walk or you are walked on,

Don’t forget to improvise,

When you fall or you are fallen,

Be persuasive but don’t lie,

You love to overplay,

Living only in your grandeur,

You love to forplay,

You’ve never missed a step,

It is a slippery night,

You scale is never broken,

Tonight it is tipsy,

It continues to weigh all your chances,

It cheats on you now and then,

For the time being it is unbalanced,

Let’s continue with our lines,

Committing a playful crime,

‘I am tired to sleep on the couch,

Because I hate our bed,

I’m tired of one cup of coffee’,

‘I’m tired of hungry fools,

Divinely pathetic creatures,

Confusing a coffee pot with the jackpot,

I’m tired of your accusations,

Your airy castles I have to maintain’,

‘I’m tired of your explanations,

Why are your still with her?’

‘Why am I still with you?

Because you gave me  the right’,

 ‘You keep me for a rainy day,

Exclusively for yourself’,

‘As if this wasn’t enough

They never earn their keep,

Save me from a rainy night’,

 ‘You disappear without a word,

You appear like guilt in the doorway,

Every season you miss my bed’,

‘It is the only place,

Where I feel to be loved’,

‘If I were you, I would start using ‘maybe’,

‘I see your heart in my eyes,

Where I am already forgiven’,

‘You’ve never changed,

What a heart crasher you are!

You never ask ‘May I’,

‘I don’t care that you are  ‘maybe’,

A clapperboard has just barked,

The audition has just ended,

The one who is late is late,

Pink is washed out by light,

Your time rolls to my trap,

It was my favorite dress,

Now it needs a fix,

The zipper is broken for good,

I’ve run out of clean sheets,

You’ve run out of dirty pages.

 

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