About tough love,
And how I'd like to lay some on you—
Line some hoops out for you to jump thru
To prove yourself to me,
Keep a record of all your wrongs,
Throw them in your face at night,
And jump on you to keep your ass in line.
But then I remembered my contract,
And none of that fits my job description.
The love goddess is called only to love,
Never to judge or to dismay,
And so I throw myself at you,
Heart and all, over the bar,
And rattle the cages of all that's good,
So the take shakes out your way.
And it's worth it when I see the miles
Roll back on your odometer.
You look 22 again
When "sweet" melts thru your coldness,
When "love" shaves the brusque
From off your face,
And reveals your inner smile.
-jenn long
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