Have you ever felt an urge that you can never trust?
All at once, When the mind is preoccupied and flustered
I have felt such mixed contortions, where such were thrust
One of March Mondays, Mundane and lackluster
Audible is the ho-hum in her voice of knowing me, yet I tug
Out of my time, my legion, my era, and now my league too
Shamelessly, ah! a classic man sticks, like a piece of rug
Spending his moments, making sense, sometimes rue
When she stabbed my heart the first time, I whimpered
Brushed it off, wearing the blame, does this woman ever introspect?
When she stabbed it the next, I broke, yet I persevered
Only to end up served à la carte, with a side serving of disrespect
Oregano anyone?
All at once, When the mind is preoccupied and flustered
I have felt such mixed contortions, where such were thrust
One of March Mondays, Mundane and lackluster
Audible is the ho-hum in her voice of knowing me, yet I tug
Out of my time, my legion, my era, and now my league too
Shamelessly, ah! a classic man sticks, like a piece of rug
Spending his moments, making sense, sometimes rue
When she stabbed my heart the first time, I whimpered
Brushed it off, wearing the blame, does this woman ever introspect?
When she stabbed it the next, I broke, yet I persevered
Only to end up served à la carte, with a side serving of disrespect
Oregano anyone?
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