Childlike Attendance..
My innocence
Sometimes
Turns me to stone
When in the wanted
Comfort of your crying eyes
I have longed to see your heart
Turn itself inside out
To see it all disjointed
Like a new born
A jigsaw for my trying
I wanted this
Yet in the midsts
Of broken pieces
I struggle
To make the picture perfect
For you
You send me a postcard
I read it well
Take your hand
And make a playful
Gesture
My childlike attendance
Doesn't seem to tender
It is not what you need
It is not want you hoped for
I have let you down
Have I been too warn down?
By tragedy and pain
Has my emotion
Gone so far back on itself
I know longer understand when I am needed...
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