Too Much to Ask

The smiles as she walked in the room

Have all turned into frowns

Am I too quick to assume that the love is no longer in bloom?

The tantrums and the tears play a very different tune

To what they did before, her head's red raw

And the ending doesn't sound like the happiest around

When you sobbed before

It felt much more like the product of a squabble

Now there's reason for it to be something more

And there would be

Oh, it's uncertain

Whether the curtain has shut for good

She said, "See if it's still raining, I'm not dressed for it"

And, "If you loved me–"

And I interrupted, received a scowl and stare

But still decided to stop her there

Would it be outrageous to say

We're either shouting or we're shagging?

Docked in tempestuous bays

Or at least that's how it felt yesterday

The eyes are getting heavier

And whether you're asleep or awake

Is a mystery

Would a kiss be too much to ask?

When you fit me

As Sunday's frozen pitch fits the thermos flask

It's a pity

It just hit me, we can't go back

To the chest touching on the back