Love Is The Drug
Our lives move to a different beat
You like Armstrong, I like Dylan
Your body’s a temple, but you love to eat
I’m always able if you’re willingYour clothes are thrown, as you undress
Into the mess that you create
But still you manage me, and my small mess
I shouldn’t take the baitYour heart says love and cooperation
My head says compete and succeed
You’re in pajamas for the duration
I prefer to dress for speedYou are certain – I see both sides
But you think its weak
You want to make waves, I want a smooth ride
I’m quiet when you want to speakYou see a God, You expect a next life
I get No Answers as I read
You are so calm, I easily find strife
Love must bind us indeedSurprise me… and kiss me
Be passionate and kind
Think of me…. and miss me
Love’s the drug that binds
You have a way where the words keep up the good job.
poetryblogofmine
November 14, 2012 at 2:02 am
Hi, Thanks v much.
thus.i.wrote
November 14, 2012 at 2:06 am