Gift Wrapped

I fear that my love
Is like the ugly sweater
You dread at Christmas

Where I Lay My Head

You’re not a pillow
But I’m treating you like one
Drool on your shoulder

Biding

Can I be patient?
Eventually even
A mountain erodes

Screen

When you open the
Door into your heart you risk
Letting the bugs in

Receiver

I wish to be a
Radio tuned only
To your frequency

The Gamble

Plucking the petals
He loves me, he loves me not
The flower is rigged

Billions

I’m crazy for you
It’s a good thing that I’m sane
For everyone else

Fine Like Wine

You’re like Pinot Noir:
You go well with everything;
Bound to break my heart

Uncontained

Here is another
Way you can spell disaster:
C-R-U-S-H