We Don’t Rhyme

We don’t rhyme

Or harmonize

Or dance cheek to cheek

Or see eye-to-eye

Anymore

 

I don’t tell you

To bring me a rose tonight

Though I want to

Whisper in your good ear,

Scream it to the universe,

 

Drive crazy mad circles

On smokin’ hot formula one wheels,

To snatch a pitstop kiss

For luck

 

And smash that empty vase

Into a million little meaningless pieces,

 

But I don’t.

Still, it’s sad that we don’t rhyme anymore.