You say it isn't fair
To expect so much
The way that your hair
Blows in the wind with such
Tenacity makes it hard
To imagine a time
After I've known you
When I can't hold your hand
All I can hope is that I've grown on you
It's unfortunate you see through me & this land

So all that I ask
Is that you don't leave
Had I been given this task
Before I would have not dared to weave
This basket of bone and skin
It just seems sometimes I just can't win

You talk so elegantly with
Your lips parted ever so slightly
You say you know all the tricks
And see the ones up my sleeves
I'm sorry to say
But I must admit
I didn't come to play
And what you're thinking is *******
Just like that you're done & just walk
Now I'm glad my outlines in chalk