Thoughts etc...

She says things
like throw-away wings,
those wings take me up
but she brings me down.
To my non-suprized
disappointment.
It's her eyes
and their liquid lies
that reel me in,
I never could swim
and it shows,
as I flounder with her.
Words stuck in my mouth,
with her ideas filling
my mind,
a day-dream
that's just too many days away.
Maybe a
life-time away,
still,
the thought of it
swells my emotions,
she makes life slow-motion.
Who knew
how she could bake me up
only to devour me.
She talks to me
at length
and the strength wears off slowly.
She says she loves me
and things,
I might love her,
given the chance.