I am the third pair of hands when only two are needed,
The second set of ears when the first is otherwise occupied.
I am the follower in conversation,
The chimer-in of small, unimportant thoughts.
I give good advice that is rarely taken,
But never say "I told you so."
I am the one in the background, seldom noticed
*But I am always there

The words I desire evade my grasp
Flitting about beneath my fingers
Dodging what I thought would be a sure catch.
A child-like frustration grows within me,
Playing tag with these teasing lyrics,
Chasing them until I grow tired,
Giving up when I want only to say,
"You're it"

She stands with dignity in the middle of the field
Perks her ears at the sound of my boots.
She swings her big head toward me and looks.
I whistle to her, knowing it will never work.
She will wait for me, but never come.
I approach her and slip the halter over her ears,
Kiss her nose.
I brush her graying mane, and try to pretend she is not old.
And she trots with pride and
Is not embarrassed when she trips.

Take a look again
Am I what you thought I was?
Am I worthy of forever?
Do I deserve your heart,
And are you miserable
Holding mine?

Eyes often close without ever blinking
Hearts bleed though encased they are inside
In the novelty of love,
The eyes long always for more to see,
The heart beats faster and opens to passion.
In the beginning,
There would be comments on the sight of me,
Comparisons to the stars, or dusk in the summer
Comments that would be modestly declined -
And now I must wonder
When those sweet comparisons ceased,
When you started to give up trying to convince me
How many times it took
For you to grow tired of calling me beautiful
So that I could ever deny it.
          What you never knew is that I wanted to believe it
          And when I finally began to
          Was when you gave up reminding me
          Because I always fought back against you.
I miss the days in the beginning.
But I always was the best at arguing.

It is one of those nights
When I can only stare out the window
at the yellow crescent moon
As my thoughts rage.
But the moon is fuzzy because my
eyes aren't perfect
And finally the clouds obscure it
completely
So that I just give up
And make another attempt to sleep.