Scabby Cliche of My Love


My heart, my friend, is pinned on my sleeve.
It's trite, but it's true.
Wait, that's a cliche too...
So I'll wear this emotional overcoat,
and only you will know my nakedness,
what lies within me.
I can't seem to get away
from reiterating this thought...
Hold me close,
I'm falling deeper, further in love.
I must be drunk from the sexual alcohol,
it's getting me down.
I'm moping in your blues,
craving your eyes--earth brown.
But with this hook in my lip
you won't let me slip.
So, underwater, where I sleep alone,
my heart on my sleeve remains unseen.
That is... to all but you-
It's trite, but it's true.