She's Getting Poetic

by Sheep

She's getting poetic
Just go, grab her pen
I'll mop up the the tears
And she'll start back again

To before all the prose
And days filled with heart
To back before love
That tears them apart

They're stuck on a wheel
Of constant reprise
Of sentences typed
And statements unwise

So stop her before
Words are written to him
In stanzas so vague
His eyesight so grim

He fails to see wounds
She fails to see hope
In talking to lovers
When lovers won't cope