I Really Don’t Want To Cry Poem by Mark Heathcote

I really don’t want to cry
I really don’t want to say goodbye
I really don’t want to fly
They’re neither a part of you nor I.

Ah, I really don’t want to whip-up a storm
Amongst all those ugly, ticker tape diamonds.
They’re neither a part of you nor I
I really don’t want to lead you on with a lie.

But it’s true, it’s you I desire
It’s you who for me starts a bush fire.

And yes really do like to hide under my blue felt hat
And chew on a piece of straw
Smile at you at your door
And drop my rose printed shawl.

I really don’t want to lead you on
But it’s true, it’s you I desire I fawn
It’s you who for me starts a bush fire.
I really don’t want to cry
I really don’t want to say goodbye
I really don’t want to fly
They’re neither a part of you nor I.

And I don’t want to hide under my bed
So yes I cry, so yes I fly without a goodbye
I kick those ugly, ticker tape parties into the sky
Because they’re dumb doubts
They’re neither a part of you nor I.
But it’s true, it’s you I desire
It’s you who for me starts a bush fire
But it’s true, it’s you I desire I fawn
It’s you who for me starts a bush fire

When the tiger roars up to the sky
When a king Minos really dose get his prize.
Gestate jealous ticker tape people
These are our two, goodbyes…