I know that look:
Desire cloaked in affection.
You market "a connection"
You say is worthy of erection,
Of my love for you,
An unforgivable mistake.
'Cause all my aspirations I want you to take
And my solitude's sincerity I cannot shake.
The woman you live with
(the woman you love)
She's smart, hard-working, funny and cute.
You're beyond complacent but that point is moot;
At the turn of the day she irons your suit.
I retire alone,
You retire unsure,
A stark difference we both try to blur.
My friends are right, this love isn't pure.
Like I want to possess,
Like I think I deserve,
More than giving you me because I haven't the nerve,
To say to you, a glorified perve:
You're married. Fucking act it.
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