she left the tap open;
it was leaking, water dripping, it was never closed
she left the tap open;
in my mind she was naked she was never clothed
she left the tap open;
she got my heart, got my love, but never got dime
she left the tap open;
she was out of line but never mind cause she was never mine
she left the tap open;
finally got a plumber who couldn't even fix the leak
she left the tap open;
even if the tap was fixed her love would still creak
she left the tap open;
you and me. me and you the paradox which is us has lost its humour and has become this vile apparition
she left the tap open;
what once was is no more, like the page I tore out of Shakespeare's book, we have become this languid rendition
she left the tap open;
she wooed me with equivocations, seduced me with a love unspoken and married me with riddles
she left the tap open;
not she, but us cause our love was never clearly articulated:tacit:maybe love needs no consensus, just the willing soul, maybe?
maybe you're just another poem I wrote