it matters that
i hold your hand
carefully in mine
feel wanted and feel like
i can walk away being
wanted at anytime
it matters that this hurts you
the chosen things that i do
turn on a dime
drop of a hat
whim of mine
curiosity...cat
the rest of you hapless muse
torturing my senses
beckon me to use you
constant and relentless
i stand here anonymous
a statue in a crowd
daydreaming oblivious
but for your shape shift in a cloud
the city would dizzy me
if i stopped to notice it
but nothing knocks me off my feet
harder than how soft you hit
i am destined to drift north
leave your true aim behind
my heart and hands grey and die off
when you finally give away what was mine
because i can not go on each day
knowing how much of you is left
to inspire someone else this way
another good, another better, another best
but i seem to go on writing
maybe restless, or out of doubt
maybe out of resentment, or spite
to get the rest of you out
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 8:06 AM UTC
it matters that
i hold your hand
carefully in mine
feel wanted and feel like
i can walk away being
wanted at anytime
it matters that this hurts you
the chosen things that i do
turn on a dime
drop of a hat
whim of mine
curiosity...cat
the rest of you hapless muse
torturing my senses
beckon me to use you
constant and relentless
i stand here anonymous
a statue in a crowd
daydreaming oblivious
but for your shape shift in a cloud
the city would dizzy me
if i stopped to notice it
but nothing knocks me off my feet
harder than how soft you hit
i am destined to drift north
leave your true aim behind
my heart and hands grey and die off
when you finally give away what was mine
because i can not go on each day
knowing how much of you is left
to inspire someone else this way
another good, another better, another best
but i seem to go on writing
maybe restless, or out of doubt
maybe out of resentment, or spite
to get the rest of you out
