Fuck shakespeare, he makes me look bad

shall i compare thee...
nevermind, it's been done
fuck shakespeare and his iambic pentameter
my paltry phrases could never measure up

stuck at work
forever away from you
"baby, i feel you pulling me like a magnet.."
truer words were never uttered
damn you east coast stylee boys
and your suave and charming powers
*does the hall know that you use them for evil?*

nothing to write
yet here i am writing
imagining us camped out on a bed
in a sub par motel
cross legged, face to face
shot-gunning that sweet blue smoke

fuck
baby
i could sure use a drink
and a night of good lovin'
in your sweet-talkin' arms
bet you never thought you'd make a bitch like me blush

so now what to say?
ask me anything
and i'll tell you everything
all of my secrets
all of my fears
it's easier when i can't see your face
or read your reactions

did i tell you today
that i love the way...
nevermind
fuck rhyme
too structured...who needs it?
not us
nothing structured happening here
just a lot of free-fall

just one question:
doesthisfeelrushed?
it should
but it doesn't
is that wierd?
oh well...who cares?
not i
not about anything but you
and that smoky burboun and cigarette rockstar voice of yours
and when i get to hear it next

so now.. i've said it all
but mostly nothing
how many ways can you say three little words?
not enough baby, not enough.