Marmite and Vegemite
I want to be the reason you were sent into the world
some divine force
come to rescue me
yes; i’d like to believe I need rescuing
like I’m a hopeless wreck without your love
I want to believe you were made to love me
but all we’ve talked about so far
is the difference between marmite and vegemite
and the weather today
and i wonder what i could have said,
instead to make you want to know me
i say something fascinating and lovely
5 hours 47 minutes too late
I’d like you to look into my eyes and smile because you make me happy
because everyone says we make such a good couple, you and i
like vegemite and butter
it’s a shame you prefer marmite i suppose
Laura Millson
Chrissy replied:
perfection is reached in this poem, kapai
January 15, 2009 at 10:31 am. Permalink.