I wanted you to
keep me on the
straight and
narrow to
bring out the
best in me
forever and
ever
Little did I foresee
your plans of
padded walls and
jackets with extended
arms to align me
with the rest of
your world
The creative flow
as water in
winter
never quite reaching
the peaks it
used to
anymore
I wanted You but
You were not quite You and
neither was I and
I hope you see that
too
