When I hear your words I want to believe
I actually don’t think you purposefully deceive
They say a man is only as good as his word
So I try to mean all of the words you’ve heard
I really don’t keep count but I notice deficits
Then with me you wonder why certain words sit
Did your words mean more when spoken
Cuz since then I noticed promises broken
Perhaps I misread you and listened too close
Or if you pacify me, forgotten words you chose
Regardless, one of us isn’t important to you
It might be the one that you’re least honest to
there’s a lump in my throat where a laugh used to be
did the good times get away, or is that just me?
there is ache where distant smiles war again to be recalled
are those dear memories real or have I forgotten them all?
ease of step and stride no longer accompany my gait
or is there a plan in place, or just some cruel fate?
up-turns always close to the corners of my mouth aren’t there
have those pleasantries vanished into the cold winter air?
free flowing thought seems hemmed in by barriers I cannot see
where is the joy that often wandered about, boundless and free?
the frame from where I peer closes in like dark of impending night
dare I ask my role in the stifling of that darling light?