The Pot and the Elephant

March 4, 2012
If I could just state the obvious
About our predicament
I would say
You are the pot
While I'm just the kettle
I am the tea cup
Filled and yet empty
Watching the fireworks
Hit on reply
Nothing is brand new
But nothing is old
We have nothing
Regardless of what I'm told
Perfect and regal
Is how you remind me
Blue and old fashioned
Is how I define me
I'm always open
Here to listen
But you are the pink elephant
Tormented and relentless
Come on now baby
Don't leave me hanging
This is our story
Of hanging desperation

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback