Deprived gas inside that rubber ball,
pushing out but sent back in
as it cuts through the paper air
without a second thought.
Notions of forgiveness
skidding across the ground,
you could give them stability
had you the chance to forget.
I have observed quietly
what the bird was bred to know.
That flight is an incline in a decline
a hard climb for an easy fall.
I'm sure your cheeks agree with me
from painful blush to natural flush,
I don't know which I prefer.
There's beauty in desperation.
Paint your face, hide behind expectations.
You used to laugh so manically, cry so freely.
Then your trust turned its back to you,
forced you to forget.
