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...