Crying holding himself on the ground
One last act to find yourself amazing
What you ache for is crumpled up
Before you turn the lights on
Turn the lights off even though
He wasn’t alone he felt very
Especially in the darkness
Pondered feelings good
Generally a moment that was
Subjugated or just subjective
Headstands or cartwheels
Nothing left to appeal to
But maybe the piano
Making love to the keys
Again crumpled down
In front of him
Someone called me ebony
Buying time is like a chance
That won’t actually make more love
But more hate or reasons to resent
The work and ways a heart
Strives to do something well
But cannot be seen for what it is
Until it’s dead and gone
That’s when you know
Smiles don’t grow on trees
Crumpled down in front of him
© GÄ
Poétique 