I SWEAR

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 I swear I'm boring 

I promise you foul-morning-breath kisses 
and burnt toast for breakfast 
as I crack hard at your half baked tales 
and harder at your dry jokes

I swear I'm boring 
the only adrenaline we pursue
will be between silk sheets
as we engage in sinful play
and make funny looking babies 

I swear I'm boring 
I will gossip about the neighbors
and online strangers
as we will indulge in trash TV 
and make ham sandwiches for lunch

I swear I'm boring 
we will sleep through the mornings 
dreaming of immense wealth
as we live on meagre wages 
and leave ambitions to the ambitious
 
I swear I'm boring 
we will live quietly and honorably 
as we raise our funny looking babies
to be nothing more than average citizens 
and paint our house yellow 

I swear I'm boring 
when we finally wither of old age
our story will be that of 
a dull love and companionship
but never one of betrayal





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