The power

The Power

Oh the power.
How I wish I had it.
That ability to woo you when no one else can.

Even though everyone else can.
It's just me who's lacking.
When you're there smacking on his lips and you're grinding hips.

Damn right I get jealous.
Still the power I wish I had.
The way I would control you
like you do me right now
if only you really knew how or what you could do.

If only you really knew
the power you had inside of you.
The way you could control me
cause you have my heart.
and that is what controls my brain and all you do is bring me pain.

Now don't be that vain to think
I could be washed away by the rain
at least not until we have lain
together at last
and I finish what I have begone.

This isn't even fun anymore.
Why are you such a whore?
Why is loving you such a chore?
Do you find me that much a bore?

Still I continue to rhyme
and in due time
I will find
a way to bind us together. 

Or maybe I won't but it doesn't matter
Its been too long.
so at the end of this little poem
I say this to you my little crush
we're through.
My imagination's done with you
I depart with a farewell and ado. 


Oh the power you once had.
No more it's gone you're to late.
Never again will I ask you on a date.
No more jealousy or envy.
No more longing until the morning
No stupid love poems like this
No more hoping for that forbidden kiss.

Words like that I wish were true
but truth be told I can't get over you.