Page 29 - When I was Young ebook

He tossed and turned me I couldn’t help

but slinkishly slide

my words bounced around as I tried

explaining but he escalated petty plights

these flights

faulting our foundations; I insisted we

calm down

and down we went this tumbling with the

tide

no pride in our divide, now division

I wanted to turn around; start over with
precision

I told you I preferred stable ground

I prefer hazard less hikes abound

not heights, trekking unmarked trails

too unpredictable of a flight

can you see in-spite

of the whimsy

we ain’t getting nowhere, our love now

fragile and flimsy