christopher

Small steps around this thing question our way
Around this wall. Perhaps reasoning will
Help, but often times our thinking will stay
Far from our hearts, like falling leaves prove 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 Muse,
While her keen smile and eyes tend to devour
Any kind of place where I can amuse
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 she draws shapes to see what we once were.