You may be older; but I'm just as old.
You may be wise; but I'm all the wiser.

You may be filled with love; but not from I.
You may be a lot of things; but one thing
you're not; is mine.

Your comfort is like home to me, but
I couldn't tell you why.

I've been wandering for far too long,
I think I've lost my mind.

Maybe I'm just a wrecking ball,
waiting to demolish that wall you've built,
around your heart.
or
Maybe I'm just the dart, you're the eye,
and the bulls waiting patiently; silently disguised.
© 2013 Christina Jackson