The manly tears of the soul

Poetry expresses the soul, and having soul is something that makes you happy, and also I'm told a good singer. So in liu of my boring weekend where I successfully blinked over 2000 times I have decided to post a poem I wrote last year that expresses my deepest heartfelt things, you know that stuff that makes you all thoughtful and reflective and makes you look awesome, especially if when you read it a tear trickles down your face and you look out of a window as if you didn't notice and it drops on the carpet

(Note: this only makes you look sexy and mysterious when in the company of girls and does not apply to an evening watching Die Hard with the guys from work. Maybe now you see why all I could do this weekend was blink.)

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My crippled stomach has flipped for you by Toby Greenway (07/10/05)

Flat and undisturbed you sit and deny me.
My urges leap and pull and I fight them with sorrow from inside,
but your sizzle and spark are united in flame and you ignite,
overhead errupts and drowns me,

I see the lightness leave your eyes and my tears mingle with the downpour,
It ends as it began and as I scrape you from the pan,
I cannot look or bare the thought,
Of another wasted omlette.


- Toby