Laud de da da

Impervious charm
Impeccable wit
But timing’s such
A piece of shit
The words preferred
Can never flow
Against the current
With a heart in tow
So you watch them
Fester, botch, unfurl
And fuck shit up
Like an off-tune skirl
Then you close your eyes
Make them count to ten
Hoping all the while
You’ll feel better when
The fog is lifted
Time has healed
The broken parts
That love concealed
All the cracks and doubts
And guilt and blame
Two hearts that felt
But not the same
Lose the will to laud
Patch and sew
Healthy patterns
With stuff you know
And some fine day
That timing bitch
Will find at last
The perfect stitch
And the whole of you
And the sum of “we”
Will be the whole of love
And the end of “me”