You and Me

Your smile was meant for me.

As sure as two plus one is three.

My deepest secrets were meant for you.

As sure as one plus one is two.

Its simple math, as clear as glass,

Like zinc and copper making brass,

If you would but just look this way,

You'd fall for me without delay.

I bet my hand fits well in yours,

And my pajamas fold into your drawers,

Your shoes so match my infatuation,

Bees and flowers cause pollination.

I'm sure your kiss tastes like elation,

A single rose amonst carnations,

Your voice, a calm, amonst unrest,

The oppsite of clothed, undressed.

But reality bites way too hard,

An army of zombies, in a dark graveyard,

You are just so out of reach,

Like the poison pit inside a peach.

So if one plus one, is infact, two,

You and me could stick like glue,

But too bad you don't like math,

For I'm a dirty bird, with no birdbath.

Image not mine.