There's only one way forward

Its only a matter of comunication
And those doors are open
Its in hammering the nail on the head
And securing the doorframe
She's too easy to access
She's too open with herself
I'm too hard too please
I'm too ill at ease.
Its all oky
I'm not hoping for a comitment ceremony
Its just one of those days
Where she lays on the bed,  
stairs at me with those eyes
Bursting with smiles
Saying its all here,waiting
Wholesome girl next door
I lift a glass
And prapose a toast
 Flow your hair down to the floor
Its time to go.










© 2017 Jermaine Van Rooyen