The leaves are shining
with leftover angel's tears
hoping to purify
what is killing it inside
so it can stand tall once more.

All around, people always look up
So why is it I am attracted to the ground?
Looking up occasionally to search
what is there and isn't
they never stop watching and waiting
to catch my own intimidating gaze

Nothing was sneaky
about Ms. Kiniky
She always got caught
stealing what has already been bought

The door began to tattle
the clergy man knew and let out a cackle
Oh, she thought she was so clever
But, now she is locked up however

With a grunt and rattle
she was forced into a shackle
It felt like forever,
being cooped up in the cellar

Ms. Kiniky became quite stinky
Her cellmates began to call her Ms. Piggy
She never once thought
that she would have been put on the spot

She kicked the gravel
while the guards prattle
One day, she received a letter
she instantly felt better

It began to unravel
Gazing in consuming baffle
It was a key wrapped in fine leather
she thought 'now or never'

She had to be quick and breezy
For Ms. Kiniky, has never had it easy
she almost got shot
getting away in with a jog trot

Sweat soaked shirt
wet with prevalence
of our childish frolicking
even the leaves shiver with laughter
the wind tickles us so for our behavior

Though being chased,
is more fun than playing house
like we do now to cover the fact
we loathe time and our decisions
all the while hiding ourselves

Buying a cage and ring
that we observe with confusion
we realize that this is no circus
only a torture device
we have brought upon our person

As we dance and giggle
I wish for this sense of youth
compared to this tiny second
to stay forever,
not in mind, but in reality.

Your voice floats
with a refreshing confidence
Directing your own show
in front of others
Yet, I cannot seem to do
the same, when
I stand in front of you alone
Wobbling with syllables;
I feel like I'm learning to talk again
making me take a couple steps back;
mastering how to communicate, more
than what I hope my eyes can convey