Never one to kiss and tell.
I played the game and played it well,
but sentiments you sought to sell
were funds to finance our farewell.


Always ones to tell and kiss.
I left a symbol on your lips:
a lipstick metaphor was missed
(should have thought to use a fist).


Never one to love and leave.
I slid the aces up my sleeve
and practiced patience to achieve
a smile that could be believed.


Always ones to leave and love.
I was the push you came to shove,
but learned to think and not think of
then finally found the road above.