It's a long way back,
Since I just now emerged from the bramble,
The dark forest sitting, daunting, behind,
Leaving the shivers down my spine,
As a reminder of my path already trekked,
Please God, don't make me go back,
Don't want to get caught up,
Again stuck in those spider webs.
Sweat trickles into the gentle fuzz that encircles my head,
Ebony curls frizz with such heat,
Eyes looking out, memories trigger,
Words, they come out as a shout,
As I remember how you sat,
How my heart raced,
Dread, excitement, anger, and desperation,
The bible of my mind, scrambling.
You were my Achilles heel,
And I wanted to devastate, dominate, my fears,
Blow them all away.
You are like the inspiration that doesn't come out right,
On the page,
And you are the muse that I just can't,
Pull out a magic trick or two if I could,
But our plutonic admiration of each other's hard,
Hard to show how much I care about you,
I would never (maybe) consider anything that could,
And you are the one that slips without description,
Your laughing lips so hard to pin to the page.
can you look past the end of your nose, I wonder?
stupidity is the result of narrow sight,
how can you see if you look towards the sky,
do you know how funny you look?
it would be hilarious, if you weren't bumping into everyone,
blaming them for getting in your way.