Tuesday, February 14, 2012

XXXIV A Constant Suitor

Break-ups are oft a young hearts cruel tutors,
I always wonder what it was I lacked,
They never call again, those cold suitors,
But Netflix dear, you always want me back.
You leave me e-mails nearly every week,
Were it legal you'd try wooing my phone,
And even though we never ever speak,
Your focus tells me that I'm not alone.
I know (fickle) you don't really love me,
It's only cause' I'm playing hard to get,
You're only lusting after my money,
And I would ere long find myself in debt.
    Yet still, each time I see your "Come back!" mail,
     My heart will flutter like a ship's glad sail.



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