I'm the targets
U try so hard to
Get it bullseye
Yet each time u
Throw the dart
The sharp
End feels like
Its piercing my heart

Stay -- your hands
                         My dear
                         My friend
Stay -- your hands
                   My friend...*

I know times have been better --
                    The crops have been wetter
Our hearts have been lighter and
Our bonds have been tighter

    But I want you to know --
    That some flowers it’s
    In the dessert they grow
*So stay -- your hands
       My friend.

Remember the day when we
Spent all our time to be
Wholly lost in the breeze?

The warmth like a heater
The grass smelled sweeter
Weaving our way through the trees

We ducked and dived
Never felt so alive
Until roots formed 'round our feet

The world got meeker  
The hills got steeper
****** in a ditch of deceit

I breath to breath you
Do I need to need to?
I should take my chances and run

I'll lose my mind
Trying one more time
To fight a battle that cannot be won

Your features are flawless,
Sculpted from perfection into
Something more remarkable.
      Your skin is like that of a goddess,
      Outlining a sedulous smile
      That says your up to no good.
The wit you displayed on a turn of a dime
Certainly helped us pass our time together.
You spoke with sophistication.
Your goals lofty, but achievable.

               I wonder if I could withstand
               Never having the upper hand?
               Reaching has never been my style,
               Though, surely it would be worthwhile
               If it ushered in the beginning
               To an end, worth spending
               Time to attend to.