I wouldn't say you're who I thought
I'd end up with someday,
but even still your southern voice
binds me here to stay.
A kiss please,
just a slight peck,
that's all I really need,
to show me that I'm not alone,
to let my stone heart feed,
but even this is still denied,
by distance and by time,
these things are not so easy,
as movies have implied.
And yes oh yes I've tried,
tried and strained and groaned,
but even after such persistence
I still remain alone.
Your sweet warm lips
they mock me,
tearing me inside,
your full smile
speaks to me,
of love and oft-cursed friendship,
burning me to ash.
But the worst has yet to come,
your deep brown eyes
reflect to me,
all I could not grasp.

Because the deep of my mind is a buzzing thing
analyzing, thinking, joking,
the best of each thought hiding, staying, dozing.
But rarely in coming, a true thought strays,
out of mouth and into being.
It trickles through ears,
roars through brains,
soars the winds,
and it conquers the world.
But then it dies.

I helped my neighbor mend his walls,
but then I tripped and fell,
the walls rose up before me tall,
leaving me in hell.
Ladders in production?
Oh no not that at all,
We use found trees for firewood
but flames, they do not warm.