My heart drags behind me waiting to bust
Picking up small pebbles and blackened dust
Growing heavier with each step I make
I have to keep walking for my own sake
Having to widen my personal taste
Friendship’s the key so no reason for haste
Mirrors reminding me that I’m no catch
Reeling in my heart for the next match
©2013 Michael Yost 02/09
Michael's Lair 