Come over K
And I will give your jumper back,
and an internet hack
as I suspect
what's going on
with your distant lover.
And I didn't recover.
Since the Notting Hill beats,
it was defeat.
I cried and wept
with an adrenaline rush
so please hush,
and relieve me from my hurt
with your girth
and rum
and coke!
I will wear the dress
you've never seen
(cause we don't go out)
and yes, that's your shout!
And yes, I will keep complaining
until I am your queen
and until you come back
from the land where I lost you
perhaps to the shores of Spotify,
or drowned in the waves of some long Farsi calligraphy?
I might not be from the Middle East
But I am a rare beast. I am from no man's land
(and ok, perhaps from the post-Brexit world...)
I just want a way back
to your heart my love.
And I will keep riding my bicycle
into the endless summer
until I have caught up with your thoughts
and until I don't feel so fraught.
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