Irksome, is what you are,
like meaningless conversation in a bar.
You are the quiet in the church
A murder mystery set in verse.
You don't fit, not a bit.
I'm not yours and never will be,
my heart's locked in a heart shaped box
and the gulf's impossible to cross
A fort knox.
You're random and interesting.
I am boredom and convincing.
You're fun and I'm logic
I'm the nun and you're frolic.
Prove me wrong Iike I'm colic
Like I'm stoic, like I'm chronic.
I'm not yours and never will be
My heart's locked in a heart shaped box
And the password's not gonna be yours
I'm a paradox.
YOU ARE READING
poems from an unfinished mind
PoetryTry it. It might be the medicine you need. Or maybe just the right dose of poison