You are the key to the lock
The cop to the robber
The text to a book
The lack of a father
The ink in my pen
The sing to a song
The devil on my shoulder to guide
from right to wrong
The laugher in slaughter
The wind in my hair
A broken heartbeat barely there
You are the gum on my shoe
The itch I can't scratch
Hate filled words you can't take back
The crust on a sandwich
A splinter on my soul
With each day that passes, your presence grows old
Your a forest with no trees
A garden without flowers
An evil villain minus the superpowers
A cut without a band-aid
The hole within my sock
The unsteady sea upon which the boat rocks
Your a dark cloud on a sunny day
That likely chance of unwanted rain
You cause more tension than a rubber-band
That annoying voice I just can't stand
A stain on a shirt
The shampoo in my eyes
The burn of a fire
An unpleasant surprise
You disappoint like a good book turned into a bad movie
I promise you I'm not picky and I'm not choosy
Your like a leaky faucet
You just don't stop
Like a pesty fly I try to swat
You cause more pain than a ten-story fall
An uneven sidewalk upon which you crawl
Your a cold cup of coffee
The cause of the tears that are falling
You run around, no mission, no calling
You think you have a purpose?
Some kinda importance in life?
I'll tell you your purpose
Your nothing more than a disturbance in my eyes
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