If I promised to be honest would you paint your fingernails

But each one a different colour?

If I said I would be true to you

Would you endure an eternity of nagging.

If I said you are the one

Would you sedate my soul and adore my big pants?

If I said barely nothing

Would you be glad and take a breather (snorkel off …coming up for air!)

If I grasped at straws and you were still there?

Would you still be there?

If I vowed to be truthful

And it hurt you; would you discuss it in an insulting way and amicably and work it out?

If I avoided some of the questions

Would you take me to bed and ask them in the afterglow when I’d be ready to answer?

If I cracked my heart open

Would you prove me right…? (Feminism is us!)

If I stopped being flippant and using comedy as a wall?

Would you mop up the mess on the floor?

If I had a mediocre soul and it never left that council flat?

Would you judge me more than I do?

If I was truly yours?

Do you think you would love me?

And so on and so forth

Etcetera etcetera…

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