Pathetic Irony.

INADEQUATE IMPRESSIONS.
sneak.

I wrote a moving poem.
Every line was just for you.
I accidentally trashed it,
so this will have to do.
I think I mentioned love -
and the beauty of your lips.
I rambled on romantically -
and never mentioned tits!
It was written in my bedroom,
as the day drew to an end.
I worked on it for hours -
but couldn't quite defend,
the urges in my jeans.
The effect you have on me.
I tried to win your heart -
with pathetic irony.
I'm sure you would have loved it.
Just take my word for that?
The words that I've misplaced....
... I never mentioned 'Fat'
Romantically disabled.
Flowers make me sneeze.
I rarely say 'I love you' -
'Thanks', or even 'Please'
I'm a flaw within your make-up.
I'm the itch you cannot scratch.
I'm a dose of gonorea.
We're such a perfect match.

Expressing love much better -
in the poem I mislaid.
Inadequate impressions,
were all I ever made.

sneak