Unloveable




 


     I don't like to get up early,
     I prefer the cover of night
     I don't know when you like me
     I really don't know when I like you
     I see black and white and refuse to see gray
     I'm closed, yet I want to be open
     I want nothing, but I want to be swept away         in romance
     Kiss me so that I can pull close and run away
     I know I'm unloveable,
     but can't you find me charming?
     I speak with barbed tongue and expect you           to reply,
     but the only reply will ever be 
     good-bye.  

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