Our past is quite a mess.
First filled with love and care,
But then with pain and distress.
Now we're friends, and all you do is stare.
What the hell is wrong?
Why do you even care?
I don't give a shit, cause we'll stay strong.
That's just what we do.
So stop telling him that I don't belong.
If you only knew about all the shit he goes through,
Then you would tell him to just be free.
But that would lead to me, not you.
With me, fun times are a guarantee,
And you are the control freak.
Just open your eyes, and you will see.
You can't love him, you are too weak,
You will never understand his caress.
So stop trying to find out how he's unique,
Cause I know him, and I don't have to guess.
-e.l.floto
this is a terzanelle. this is a poem forming in triplets. the rhyme pattern is:
