i don’t want the left overs
she cried
the bits & pieces that no one tried
i want something new
like love at first bloom
the anticipation
of the first kiss
the excitement
that shouldn’t be missed
i don’t want the left overs
the hugs
that are so worn
and given without intention
when the sky isn’t the limit
one should be blanketed in warm
i don’t want the left overs
that have barely been touched
i want flowers, chocolate
whipped cream & wine
and all that mushy stuff
i don’t want left overs
head & heart aches
of others
i want enjoyment
elation & thrill
in a discovery
that has no recovery
for i’m left
out of breath
i don’t want left overs
don’t save me a slice
bring on romance, passion & desire
delight
me with
some crazy ass plan
do i pack a bag
or stay as i am
i don’t want left overs
she cried
try to understand why
love doesn’t grow on trees
it is a connection
between a you
……………….and a me
i don’t want left overs
on this day
or any other
serve up anything
…………………..that’s new
………………………….that’s fresh
i don’t want left overs
she cried
