Holes

You know you sing so sweet, in perfect time with my heartbeat, but never as subtle as you pretend to be, are the secrets in which you've wrapped up in me, but in keeping with the currents moods, we swing from regrets and loses, to believe that dissapointments are not as common as we thought them to be, to only look so high to protect our eyes from the light, and surrounding ourselves with distractions. You are a beautiful person outside and in, and maybe your attention was doing me in, but I never expected to see the end, and such is existence when we become, the memories that hold us back, I've stepped to the front and faced myself, the reflection was blurred, almost smeared, and I broke. I fell into a thousand pieces, scattered from child to adult, and every person that I've met, has taken some with them. So will I ever be complete? I thought I was, but it was too short to be real, and I hope I can fill the empty spaces, with a couple of new faces, and I think, with enough, that I'll be happy, or at least I can pretend to be.