9.22.97

pictures of you flash inside my eyes
motions of you i play to cry
i have frozen woven patterns of time
and skate down the slick ice you made mine

there was once a warmness
there was once a tenderness
for if there was not
i am a greater fool than i thought
i know your ways
to move from old to newer days
and now my position is middle ground
i feel as though i’m constantly bound

but now it’s too late
i’ll never understand what were not my traits
just answer me why
why was i never there?
why did you make me care?

somewhere along these feelings will stop
these sounds, touches, and senses will be forgot
but now you want to breathe fire into cooling waters
you want to watch the steam
and yet you expect no screams

forgive me if i sound irate
but do you really expect me to like your mate?
i did once lay by your side
i did once feel you inside

perhaps you should take some time and think

do unto others as you would have done to you
for i will no longer play as being your fool