christopher

Small steps around this thing questions our way
Around this wall. Perhaps reasoning will
Help, but often times our thinking will stay
Far from out hearts. Like falling leaves proved still.
Wide-eyed after the fall of your lost time,
Wondering why those people did the things
They did, and why those closest near remind
That hole to dip and sway from our thinking.
Unfortunate circumstances make fools
Of peoples inhibitions rough hewed like
Endings on painful ties. Breaking the rules
On paths will recall pain with no respite.
Somehow, we get what we will try to say
Because we have no strength to stay away.

In fact, its hard to juggle two hard lines
And meet conflict somewhere in the middle.
Of course, for some reason, most redefine
But cant find the heart of this dark riddle.
Have we felt this thing before weve gone sour?
Her pen and pencil bent are her right must,
While her keen smile and eyes tend to devour
Any kind of place where I can bemuse
My past. She outlines my smile and my eyes
Without seeing how my eyes dart away,
Avoiding half smiles and what those halves imply.
I wish I could change who I am for her
And draws shapes to see what we once were.