A Part Of Me

Wordsmith

Time trickles down like rain
My glazed eyes, stare
At the the enchanted window
To another universe
Where only you and I exist

These Preposterous promises
I make
In this fantasy laden lake
Shall only leave heartache
In their wake
Yet, on and on we travel
On this silly little boat
To forevermore

He says, "I like you"
I say, thank you
And begrudgingly shove,
The restless "Me too!"
Down my desperate throat

He is but a shadowy veneer
Of my soul
Calls himself the "Wordsmith"
I say with pride,
Oh! What a pleasant coincidence
And on and on, we flirt...
With the cozy certainties
And the undaunted uncertainties