Lip Service

What keeps us together, what can't I see?
This quixotic love we strived hard to make.
We laugh whilst we bicker, you and me.
My tears aren't real, an artifical lake.

Your influence has always kpt me sane.
You smile as I pace around, I'm nervous.
What keeps us together? A lock? A chain?
Is it love? Is it me? Ha. Lip service.

You say we shouldn't question, we just don't know
what keeps us a happy and loving pair.
So I try hard not to ponder, although
it confuses me this love we share.

So I'll think about more important things,
and try not to worry what tomorrow brings.