Warm Forgiving End
You mess up my plans.
Scribbling often incoherently and tipping inkwells over
well coordinated maps that lead to a pair of Xs over my eyes
Because I can't fathom being alive
But I can't fathom not growing old with you
Losing that deadset direction, this new path will have to do
Is this really what it feels like to be courted?
Xs all meeting Os, i'm thwarted
The bird will eat the rabbit's flower in the warm forgiving end
Seeds will sew, new ones will grow, and the cycle begins again
To think this might not have happened if we hadn't become friends?
Don't dwell on the past, the future is fast, the flowers are blooming again