In the throws of verbal intercourse
You’re very sweet
No one could say you’re not
Some would say you’re good looking
And they might be right
But if I find every word you
Say
Mundane
Artificial
Platitudinous
Should I risk it?
For the compliments
The nights out
The squeeze on the hip
And the late night kisses
Or is it really
A waste of time
A dead end
A means to an end
And a farce
Where you talk and through my happiness
To receive positivity and busyness
Perpetuate this liaison as in the dark
It might not matter
As long as we’re not alone
And everyday we grow older
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