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Excuses

Excuses I’ve never made love before But sex is no stranger to me. It is no stranger than my Own two hands are to each Other. Each has a warm Twin that fits perfectly like The pieces of a puzzle, So no I am no stranger to slow Dances and love songs red wine and candlesticks Moonlit love poems And the morning after when My lips cuddle your forehead As if we died in each others Arms 12 hours prior. Most would say That’s the epitome of love But love has no true face it hides Behind disgraceful lies and hides In the scent of your wine and Hides in the joy of having a Good time for a one time only One night stand and most nights I stand alone so no, I am no stranger To sharing half a bed with a stranger But love and I have yet to be Introduced. It is still so unfamiliar To me but I know what it pretends to be. It pretends to see me for who I am Not what I appear to be Pretends to feed me and nourish Me with lies So excuse me if I’m fed up Excuse me if I’m full of Regret because love Is full of you know what Excuse me if I’m tired of writing Long handed love letters that End up going nowhere as fast As they began. And excuse me If I’m sick and tired of excuses. There is no excuse why I still Haven’t found the meaning Of love There is no excuse why I search For it daily in the arms of Every stranger I come across But for once, just once, a Good excuse would be nice.

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