u/t 4

Blue

You've been pleased one thousand times

But you're never satisfied

I've touched, kissed, cared and missed.

I tried. I tried. I tried.

Why justify the aims and means

and then ignore the cause?

We tear. We shake. We rip. We break

But where's the damned remorse?

Your ever pensive eyes ask

"When did love become a chore?"

Familiarity's a slow-death

but I'll be your w***e.