Pretty girl, sitting there, gazing wide, looking fair.
I know you see it, I do too, the art from God, the voice of truth.
The problem is, you know it’s true, we’ve come from heaven with work to do.
I know my calling, know it fine, called to live my life divine.
By God who judges, He who speaks, the One who whispers my heart to sleep.
I know you want it, want it bad, knowledge of this so makes me sad.
For it’s not quite me of which you want, nor my heart, nor my cock.
But you want the dwelling bruise, the heart that aches, the lasting blues.
I’ll say it simply for some ears – the truth hurts me, the truth you fear.
For when she longs and so “Wants you,” all she wants is the pursuit.
Give her mystery, give her myth, a taste of wrong, a hint of bliss.
Her one true goal is to have you chained, but once she does, you’ve lost the game.
– Thomas M. Watt
- bad poets
- break up
- call to service
- feeling bad
- feeling down
- great poets
- make-up sex
- missing boyfriend
- missing girlfriend
- missing persons report
- missing someone
- old romance
- pointless tags
- relationship problems
- Thomas M. Watt
- too many tags
- wow that is a lot of tags
- young romance