3 - 6 - 0 - This ain't a poem, so Boo Hoo.

It's hard to write something positive
Lord knows I've tried so many times
But I think I've just proved my point
Failing epically in these short lines

Still, don't run away from me
I'm not really that scary, am I?
Perhaps it's best you don't answer that
Apparently, I'm a rotton ole lion

Keep your sexy ass here Mister
keep me company watching crap films and TV
It cheers us both up in through out the dark days
You even pretend to like the F1 Grand Prix!

I know you don't do stories
But make one up all the same
It takes me to a place far away from here
Away from all the frustrations and pain

I know I'm a grumply old stress ball
I'm hoping thats why you really love me
I'm getting happier and healthier
More than I thought I could ever be

It's refreshing - no awkwards silences
You give me your undivided attention
you don't pretend like all the fakers
I give you all of my affection

I'm not going to lace this up
I've skipped the pretentious prose of late
No tired old metaphors and similies
There's no point in words if you can't translate

So even though this isn't a poem
360 of whatever these are later
In the balance of depression and happiness
My love for you is greater