The Ringer
What's love? You've been removed
So carry on and do the things you like.
Shackled to a thought I just won't shake,
my twilight burns my mind with you.
You cannot do, and yet you do; you do.
And I'm again so overwrought sharing truth;
The gain is sold into dispute.
You hold, you fold what's left of you.
Parachute! Oh flailing missile of distress,
Your cord won't open up your safety net,
and so it's up to you to make your bed.
To lay so peaceful in despair.
Remember that it's not always the truth
that finds the windows cleaned and cleared.
Sometimes ones you think you use
will show little things you feared.
This life; its ingenuity, its pretense, it's lust.
The one you share may have equal roots
but never trust the one who says the most about what's best for you,
because he looks for something too,
and I know all of this is true
too true, and so I'm kissing you...
Brian McKeon ©1999
E-mail: mckeonb@kpgraphics.com
