A Million Beats An Hour (And Other Lies)

A somewhat light hearted deconstruction of love based poetry (including my own)

I wish you were here, or maybe not

Because all the pedestals I built for you would collapse

Falling head over heels, and I'm sure I've broken a bone

Romance is the weather, blowing cold and hot

I could talk to you all night, my love

But I think half an hour is already enough

I need to see you, though I can wait

I'm trying to draw a picture of you how I see it

Blank out every flaw that we mutually possess

Edit the script to perfect our future dates

Let me keep the dream and not the reality 

Love is a million ways to test my sanity

My heart's beating a million times an hour

Is it too late to see the doctor?

I'll write you a letter or pick you a flower

Both of which were stolen anyway

I could hold you forever, though I better go

Pins and needles are much more urgent presence

Our eyes met, though I was looking towards the bar

Love is chemistry, burning through my clothes

I must hold your hand forever, maybe soon

As I stagger drunkenly from the room

Let's get married, but why handle the expense

There's other couples thinking the same thing

All different, but romance can never change

All the same arguments, every same defence 

I've got to hold you tight, but you'll suffocate

But life runs as normal, and I'm running late

My heart's beating a million times an hour

Is it too late to see the doctor?

I'll write you a letter or pick you a flower

Both of which were stolen anyway