Tuesday, February 21, 2012

A Solid Base

Things aren't going swimmingly.
It's more like dog-paddlingly.
With you, it's always one step forward,
Then back to the couch to sleep.

I'm not sure what we're doing wrong,
'Cause usually, we get along,
But you make me want to drink sometimes.
You say you'll leave for warmer climes,

and I'm not sure if I believe you.
I may want, but I could never leave you.
If most of romance is the chase,
Then we two have a solid base.

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