Out On the Curb, Like An Old Sofa
Parts of our lives are always a little messed up,
but we don't have to try to fix each other,
that we can do on our own if we choose to try.
What I want to be is realistic,
without just walking away,
because we can't be together every day.
Don't quite like or understand the concept,
if someone doesn't fit right in our lives,
they're gone,
out on the curb like an old sofa.
There is an old saying,
a romantic never gives up on a love.
What I don't want to give up,
is whatever you can share with me,
not because I think you're perfect,
or we can be together on a given day.
It's this thing called caring about you,
and loving you in my own unique ways.
Copyright © Randolph Byrd | Year Posted 2013
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