Monday, April 28, 2014


With you
There is no definite
The end result is always altered
Day to day
The light changes
Ever so slightly
I am constantly perched
On stiff, cramping toes
Wondering if
You are impressed
By my circus show
Did I make you laugh
With the joke I constructed?
Did I make you smile
With my subtle compliments?
I laugh at myself
For trying so hard
And I smile at the moment
When I will let this go.

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