Aged
There is youth in his face,
But such age in his eyes.
Oh, what a lovely,
Deceiving disguise.
– s. Clark
I want to trust your reaching hands
But cannot stand the strain
This love you say you hold for me
Feels far too much like pain.
– s. Clark
You are sewn into my life now,
Quilted patch, part of the whole.
Whether I may love or hate it,
You’re imprinted on my soul.
– s. Clark
I will learn to take the pain
And place it on a shelf.
I will pretend so long, so well
that I convince myself.
– s. Clark
He strung her heart all out
And plucked it like a harp
He tried to soothe her strings,
But played the notes too sharp.
– s. Clark
I don’t ask for innovation,
Just that you resent your cage
Though I favor inspiration,
I can do so much with rage.
– s. Clark
