I did not intentionally delude
My fire does not blow ash on you
Silly boy
Where were you when the smile would make her wince
Advice so rinsed
A heart so minced.
For you, never assumed
My greed
Not once would I class you as something such as a reed
Wear a mask the way in which I hand picked my tweed suit.
At the chance of love
I would bite my tongue
In fear that I may utter something that leads to commitment
I’d spread you like butter
Consider if I’m a nutter
Didn’t quite catch what I said
When it matters I may begin to mutter.