Were it not for the beauty of your eyes
Were it not for your elegance and grace
My days would not be filled with wounded sighs
And hours longing just to see you face.
I suppose that we could Skype and that might work
Or I could send a SnapChat of my tears
But I don't want you thinking I'm a jerk
Or knowing that I've had too many beers.
I'm trying to control myself, but drunk
It's hard to stop my fingers texting you,
I just want to explain the thoughts I've thunk
And how I see the future for us two.
'Cos I still can't believe you're really gone,
Or that you've found another and moved on.
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