#cuporomantic

(Poem by Squirrel)

Why is it that some people can pour their hearts out

And make a concoction of everything they can give.

Why is it that when they bare their soul to another

That person won’t even take a sip.

Drink after drink that person shall create

Not knowing what type they like.

Rejection of everything, but despite it all

You still must be wary of the spike.

So why is it that someone can do everything for a drop of love

But a lover can spit it in their face.

Why is it that humans walk through these door,

Sitting in the corner

Red string tangling two girls in a kiss

Little laughs and giggles between the two 

As pink floods young cheeks, 

As red as string

As bright as the lights shining from above.

Just sitting in the corner

A couple on my right tangled in ruby ribbons

The girl softly smiling at the lad

She looks at him like no one would ever say what he could say

Like nobody could ever experience what they have

And here I sit

In the corner

Wishing for an experience 

But unable to decode these red ropes that tie them together,

But Cupid left me with the leftover string

And now it’s tangled round my throat as love is shared between partners

A love I can never have