Can You Tell This Is Inspired By Introversity's Love Poem?
I reached across the bed
and you were gone
I smelled the sheets
it hadn't been long
a little scratch and sniff
reminded me when
our romantic fun
was a roll in the hay
I miss your beer breath
when we first wake up
your cigarette ashes
in my coffee cup
I'll always remember how
we fell from the bed
I sat all day with
a cold pack on my head
you left without even
leaving your number
It's the bar fly's most
common blunder
Ain't Love Grand?
Okay...I just realized Intro... has a new word in his name. You know who I'm talking about.