Tower stacked high, attacked by lies.
Foundation hurt, young giraffe's, growth spurt.
Unstable yet, eloquent.
On stilts above, the ants.

Doesn't even, crush them now.
He just, stands there, and laughs.
I know, that we both,
Are unstable, tables, on there, last leg.

But do you, realize,
If we lean on, each other,
We are stronger,
Then we both think?

We could be, a tepee,
To house, the rats beneath.
Blowing kisses and, protecting them,
From anyone elses' stink.

You might not, go for it,
I understand.
I've seen you, stand alone and strong,
With no one, holding your hand.

But I do, love your touch,
Sorry to, creep you out,
You know, I always have the, best times,
When we, hang out.

But please, pay me no thought,
If you have indeed found the happiness you have sought.

I will wander on.