Baby, I'll behave

If you let me stay.


Ill cap all my wishful action, 

to just thinking.

Not say the words I know you like to hear.

No tucking hair behind your tentive right ear.

hat unsurprisingly loses no Freudian slipped detail to noise. 

Though your smell may be enticin

i will keep my nose to myself

and not pressed against your left cheek.

Never right your wrong

Always write from wrongs. Though the world is gone. 

What manicured, but present, company

Please don't think.

That im begging you for love.