Nothing is the same while I spin this yarn
keep it on the spindle, turning with my feet
pumping wooden peddles hewn from some poor tree
while some poor sheep feels the cold of man
shearing its fleece. and next the plump lamb
ripped from the field is anointed with mint
hearty laughter , full bellied, rounded meal
while the mother bleats and bleats in her shorn
fleece, fleeced of her lamb, fleeced of her hope

To see beauty by definition, when you gaze upon your reflection. To uphold an image of society, exhausting is perfection.

Lost in trance by magazines, she's never made the cover. But I guarantee her beauty, is unlike any other.

There's sunshine in her smile, freckles bless her face. She's got a light about her, that consumes this whole space.

She says that she's not beautiful, until someone places value to her worth. But she's to blind to realize, she's art upon our earth.

Blessed in individuality, she holds her head up high. Not knowing that her beauty, radiates outward and inside.

We did friendship all wrong
We ****** it up and down and over
Six years of trying and it's still gone
We did it all wrong.

You're not on my list of 'Important Things'
And I'm nowhere on yours'
You're not a part of the songs I sing
We did it all wrong.

I'm not at your soccer games, even when I'm invited.
I'm never on your mind or your 'Recent Call' log
I'm not someone you remember or even miss.
We did it all wrong.

You don't read my poetry, even when I've linked it.
You don't speak to me the way you used to.
You don't like me or you hate me, I've not decided which.
We did it all wrong.

We did friendship all wrong.
We don't know each other anymore.
We're not forever, not even for long.
We did it all wrong.

Gripping to you is the best workout I've ever tried
Because you're slippery, elusive, when I've got a hold
Returning to water when I thought I had ice.

I've developed an emotional carpal tunnel over the years
My hands are leather hard and my knuckles bleed
And it hurts so much it brings me to my knees; to tears.

I've never let go though; the day I saw you was the day I--
The moment I saw you was the moment I knew I--
The words that elude me now will be said when you're mine.

I've found pity in the eyes of every person I've confided to
Which I can't stand because you've never been anything short of,
Never been anything wrong, the best thing I've been through.

There's a strain on my muscles from holding onto hope this way
My shoulders are ever-tense, my back bowed under the weight
And I'm vulnerable in this position, but come what may.

I'm not fool enough to pledge to emotions for you with a common phrase
But should you ever return everything I've yet to say, yet to accept
I would gladly accept a loss of commonsense, would gladly change my ways.

I hurt through the day, yet it is no matter, I hurt through the night too
But the pain may be worth it in a decade, or less, as I hope
For a day when I can without fear whisper, scream, say, "I-        ."

Until then, my knuckles may bleed red until I'm dry and dead.
Until then, my hands may harden to rock until they fall off.
Until then, my body may hurt and ache but I will wait for the day.