Saturday, March 28, 2015

Klutz


Klutz

I stumbled into love,
Knocking over your pedestal.
You fell into my arms,
Me holding tight, you squirming.

“But I love you,” I said.
“Let me go,” you said.
"Damn you,” I said.
“Put me back on my pedestal,” you said.

“So what is love, anyway?” I said.
“I like the view from here,” you said.
“But say it, what is love?”
“The view of me is better from up here,”
You said

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