Happy Valentines Day!

Putty On My Hands

Like putty on my hands,
I wish you’d go away.
I try and try, and try and try,
but the stains are there to stay.

I wash with soap and water
but you just pick-up more dirt.
I try to scrape you off,
but man, it really hurts!

I try and try, and try and try,
but you just won’t understand.
I guess that I’m just stuck with you,
putty on my hands.

Was long ago I found you.
You looked all right to me,
but it turns out you’re too messy.
Don’t know why I didn’t see.

It wasn’t what I saw in you.
It’s what I thought you’d be.
I guess it’s really all my fault
that now you’re stuck on me.

I try and try, and try and try,
but you just won’t understand.
I guess that I’m just stuck with you,
putty on my hands.

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Comments

[Brian]

Happy Valentines Day, the day for wannabe poets. :)