When a
Child and
Before reading
You saw
Pictures and
Thought a
World then
A miracle
Happened and
You knew
Words which
Now paint
The same
Pictures you
Saw before
When a
Child and
Before reading
You saw
Pictures and
Thought a
World then
A miracle
Happened and
You knew
Words which
Now paint
The same
Pictures you
Saw before
Life is
Too short
To care
About things
Instead care
For each
Other things
Tend to
Stay but
Others all
Too often
Slip away
My life
Is about
Love maybe
Lovers in
The night
Yes but
Love these
Men that
Make me
Ache and
Feel some
Make me
Giggle while
Others make
Me cry
It’s the
Lost loves
I love
The most
They make
Me remember
When will
I learn
Not to
Give my
Heart to
Someone that
Also holds
A hammer
We are
Just people
Things that
Understand or
Try cannot
We then
Get along
Why do
We struggle
And hurt
Oh yes
I know
Now it’s
Because you
And I
Want different
Things and
There my
Love is
The conflict