on channel
nine,
when we were dating.
which she let
me know
in every conversation
we had.
you seem cloudy today,
she'd tell me.
when is your sun ever
going to come
out and shine?
why so cold,
so icy?
why so hot headed
all the time.
when we make love,
you're like a tornado
taking care of your needs,
spinning
out of control,
never worrying
about mine.
i'm stuck in a low pressure
system,
about to cry.
my love for you is now
at low tide.
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