It's the complexity of my brain
that makes me love so simply;
The depth of my pain
forces me to act cautiously carefree;
It's the width of your smile
that makes me question humanity;
And I always get lost
between reality and make-believe.
Time stretches on
like never ending elastic
It rebounds from time to time;
moments never truly end
People carry on
with their lives so plastic
writing strange little poems,
hoping you'll like it
I think we've all had our moments
of heartbreak recycling.