PICK A METAPHOR, DARLING

I think that my heart was a river,
poetry is a canal,
you were a dam,
and he was the rain that only added to the surging.

I think that my heart was an ipod,
poetry is replay,
you were pause,
and he was shuffle.

I think that my heart was new years eve,
poetry is fireworks,
you were the midnight kiss
but he was my resolutions.

I think that my heart was an airplane,
poetry is the boarding call,
you were the complimentary peanuts.
and he was taking off.

I think that my heart was nyc,
poetry is the street performers,
you were broadway,
and he was always checking the time, square.