Saturday, November 21, 2009

Any Fool

Any fool, drunk, rascal,
Or otherwise has a real good weakness
At the heart of it.
A real Caring im sure.

All my eggs are in one basket
No question there-
But ive gotten real good  
At chasing around little wastes of time.

Distractions and bottles,
Cheap but a good way
Of tricking myself
Into thinking im closer to that one sweet girl 
Whos bends and shakes
Have been bending 
And shaking me 
Since the start.

'Oh well tell me what she looks like!'
Some other girl will ask-
maybe bored that im rattling on about some dream.
Anyone could see once im on a kick
There no reclaiming my mind.

'No point in sayin' 
I have to reply,
It's true and I'd hate 
To waste anyones time.
As if I wasn't already.

' Aw tell me! Just describe her, you can do that.'
Im ordered
'You're good at that'
But it isn't features-
Facts or perks.

I could try and sing praise for her voice
But my notes are to sour
And unorganized.

I could swamp the room with tears 
On her eyes-
'But it isn't her eyes that drive me crazy!'
Its all the things they could make me do,
Forget, remember,
And still that isn't the half of it.

Its painted for me bright and clear
When she leans forward
And the light were sharing 
Motions to rest on the top side
Of each feature I've coveted so dearly,
I know I'm weak and she could do anything.

But we want different things,
And I'm left to keep running around
Peaking into situations ill never see through,
Getting other peoples hopes up as high as mine,
And satisfying them the like.

It'd be a kind favor of me 
To stop the chain
And  to stop welcoming 
Strangers to suffer
in my specially crafted
den.

But as I said
Its a real good weakness,
I can tell because it's stronger
than my strengths.

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